Of all the pain, in all the world,
That tramples upon my soul.
Are the silent cries of the invisible,
living inhuman roles.
Their eyes are empty filled with lies,
victims of the earth.
Accusers coldly pass them by,
Stares show them their worth.
Looked upon as less than,
As their story goes untold.
Beneath societies standards,
For what price are they being sold.
Judge and jury self righteous,
condemning without a thought.
In the land of the free,
where equality is taught.
Where is the justice in a world,
Where we don't take care of our own.
When we climb the golden ladder,
and the weak are left alone.
Whose children are they in the streets,
Who are not worthy of our care.
When all we have to offer them,
is a hateful judging stare.
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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