My soul cries
For victims of the ugly human.
The one who hates all others.
The one who cannot feel.
The one who hurts children.
We meet them everyday
But unknown to us
Is their way of thinking.
So many are hurt
By these ugly people.
And by their examples
Teach others to hate or hurt
Or to just not care.
So perpetuates the
Ugly human.
(4.11.7/No Place)
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