A refugee in my mother's womb
Tossed into a world of doom
Destiny of tears and pain
The child lost, the scars remain
Humanity, it's twisted grin
One soft touch sucks you in
Kind words with a forked tongue
Preach of love and eat your young
Wisdom is no match for fate
I wallow in your pool of hate
Uttering a silent scream
Possessor of a jaded dream
The suffering will never cease
My battered soul aches for peace
Am I the image of God's intent
Or sins of which there's no repent
©S. Austin Vincoski
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