The Persecuted Poem by Sandra Feldman

The Persecuted

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No Friends just Foes,
The Future, unknown!
Where are we to go?
Into the Sea?
Where Neptune awaits,
Patiently?

Centuries old,
Persecuted, killed,
Who gives you the right,
To hunt and kill, others,
Those that are Free?

That has been,
Our sad Destiny,
Running, Running,
Breathlessly,
Trying to escape death,
Desperately.

Enough is Enough!
Everyone has a right,
To Live,
Even We!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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