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Jan 2014
Some people just don’t ****** care
They see injustice with ghoulish stare
But being beaten about the head
Lying bloodied and left for dead
Can leave you a cynic of humankind
Of passers-by whose gaze is blind.

Am I not human like you lot
As I lie here midst blood and snot
Do you not care a **** for me
This isn't how it used to be.

But no help comes, I'm left instead
I've drawn last breath – and now I'm dead.

©JRW2014
Joe Wilson
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