From the depths of a corner,
She reaches out with her shaking hand.
A victim of famine, oppression, poverty.
She crawls away from the world.
A lonely sould, a sad little girl.
The country from which she hails
Becomes the title of her beliefs.
With some loving care,
I wonder who she would become?
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