Chosen, Yet They Curse The Hand Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Chosen, Yet They Curse The Hand

Chosen, yet they curse the hand
That fashioned them, then spill the blood
Of innocence, a crimson flood.

But blessed are the true victims,
Whose suffering speaks, a silent plea—
No chosen claim for them, to be.

Thursday, August 7, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: flood,innocence
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