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Mar 2017
long time ago in distant place
where all t he pain stored
sorrow pleaded its mercy
while others just sitting
on their ****** throne
controlling pulling strings
crippling their life

i know the history of that place
nothing worth to remember
nothing to blame
just cry and disturbed
as i watch the walls crumbling down

no matter how much  fact you throw
the less you saw them the better
just to forget by time
let them lived in peace

as far you dove inside their mind
understanding their pain
they wrote everyday  letter
hoping their parents
hearing their cries
it is they do not desire
they  had no choice
to be on this place  
to find dissonance and reconciliation.
Ron Richards
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