Little fishes
It is not easy to be baby fish
They are on their own from the word go
Avoiding bigger fish.
No time to build sand castles
Or play hide and seek in the seaweed.
It is about survival most of them get eaten.
They have no empathy, we have but
Ignore it when killing children in Yemen
And raping them.
Some children never see daylight
Abortion so easy to come by sees to that
Forever dreamless eternity
We are losing our empathy and humanity
We are becoming like the fish
Survive or die no one will care for them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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