Stigma Enigma - Poem by Debora Soramaki
What's in it for me?
You don't have my sympathy.
I don't hear your crying plea.
You're just another anomaly.
Six thousand years of History,
My Cronies and I will have you see
The World and how it's meant to be.
You and I will never agree.
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