I write for the fallen men and women who people claim they don't see.
They fallen by the waste side
And they are given to me.
I pick them up dust them off for the world to see.
This is a human being you are leaving with me.
This is a human life that was once bright.
The person had eyes, had thoughts, had spirit,
They spoke words and know no one hears it.
Their story speaks to me because I listen
There are senseless killings out here that they've been given
Soulless body lying in a casket
They never had a chance to speak the words "justice" like they deserve
And know you have all the words it the world
And you may or may not decide to say anything
#Justice For Humans Not Just Animals#
©Precious Dorch-Robinson
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