Vile (Censored)


Because I am scared.


They are vile, they are wolves, they’re … … …

In my home, they … , they … , leaving … of trauma

I’m their meal, and my kids … … … on the side

A … A … A … and my blood …  mixed with the soil, … … …

… … … digs into my back as I arch forward in pain, my pain, not yours

You watch for you paid … to see the circus … … …

They hold the reigns, they hold the ringmaster with the whip and now with each slash, I dance

The … … … on your chest as you clap … …  for those who will turn on you next

… … … which seems to be lost in the cries of the mothers, their wails pierce … … …

Heartbreak … … …  hopes shattered, and dreams sold cheap

Cheap is the life of he who must not be named

… … … who die in nameless graves

Buried one winter night, away from the mother’s final embrace, laid down in the cold ground, wondering

What … … … others called him hate, he knew nothing but loss

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