The Victims Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi
The Victims
We are the crumbs that fell from the bread of war
We escaped their table but not in whole
We were rejected by death
Levelled to earth by our kind
Despised but accepted by the cold hands of the night
The day stared at us mockingly
It jeered us
Breathing words into our chubby kind
They called us THE VICTIMS
And that's what we are
We are the THEORY of human unkindness
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