Amanda Kieling

Torment, Left Behind

They tormentes and harassed us.
They laughed in our faces,
As if it was funny what they were doing,
As if we had no feeling,
As if we wanted to come here,
Like we were sticks being thrown in a fire.
We didn't want to come here,
We were forced out of our homes.
Leaving our dreams, hopes,

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