aged eyes and cracked skins,
torn lips and bloody fire.
souls ripped apart from the very start,
but we try.
through piercing glances and heartless hellos we try.
past the deserts and the savannas,
the shade and the rain, all the glorious paths of this world,
we trod on.
hearts in hand
we look back but carry on
as bitter we may be our hearts still glow.
bruised and poked, our bodies carry on.
throw the insults, one of us will remain.
send us away.
condemn us.
but understand
an army of 50 bodies still remain in the heart of 1
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