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Why do we allow people to hurt one another? Why do we not intervene? Stop the fight before it goes too far...
We watch in silence as the cackles roar. The victim is hurt... the victim chose death.
Think about it.
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
The torturer was selling me through
His Dictaphone tape recorder active
Selling my suffering for the future
From the present in my bedroom
My neighborhood for my new apartment
From the present moment of horror
The moment of atrocity
I write this poem about child sexual slavery as well as a...