As I walk by, I'm struck by my own luck,
A harsh reminder to cherish what I have, and never look back.
But then I see them, trapped and confined,
Their eyes screaming silently, their pain forever aligned.

Behind bars, they stand, with no one to lend a hand,
Their cries for love, attention, and care, lost in a desolate land.
Abandoned, rejected, mocked, and ridiculed, they're left to decay,
Their minds locked in a world of darkness, night and day.
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