A thread of identity in a tapestry of blood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about the injustice which takes place in the place I call home. I cannot keep shut because I am as human as every single person in this world.
Life has to be respected whatever the differences which makes each individual different from the other.

Every human being has a right to life.

Submitted: July 22, 2009

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Snatched . whisked away It is the blood which is the crime . We are everyday people . with everyday lives. Fathers of children . Sons of mothers . Brothers of sisters. Snatched and taken away. Humans treating humans inhumanly Hidden from the outside world. We cry injustice They try to silence the voice of truth while calling us traitors. The guns may be silenced forever, but a new battle is rising from the debris. A battle to keep our identity, our ethnicity and live in a country they call democracy. Hear our cry, hear our plea Open your hearts, do not shut us out. We have the stamp of humanity running though our veins And just as you do we too want to celebrate This wonderful morsel called peace and live. It is our right.


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