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Aug 2019
Finally I am destroyed
broken on the wheel of life
cast away into the void
by the winds of change.
My orphans wander
through life's maze
that brings them now
to take my place.

And my tears fall
to see them so.

I am the meek
the old and the weak,
the blinded beggar
on the street,
the little boy soldier
who dies in ignorance,
the young girl exploited
in her innocence.
I am an endless trail
of life and hope
crushed underfoot
by the greedy and heartless,
the selfish and Godless
who steal the soil
from my roots.
written in 1987 about the state of the world and the victims of corruption,greed and plunder.
Written by
rose hopkins  Wye Valley, South Wales,
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)   
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