Leonell EchaOctober 17, 20201min2050

We are not who you say we are

They made us orphans
Of powerless fathers and mothers
Scavengers, eating of the dregs of the earth
They castrated us ,like dogs
And made life colourless
Till all the rainbows faded into greys
But we are of the royal priest hood
The harvest of the sacrifice of blood
Meant to blossom
And fill the earth
Still, we are going somewhere
To happen some more .

Bose.

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