p.s: Of North Korea…not for the faint of heart
Discrimination, racism, cruelty,
Torture, an unfair system
We watch about them, we read of it
We face it
But we do, we do have a voice,
To shed a glow on the darkness
A voice to give hope, assurance
A voice to make known,
Call for help, for love
But don’t they, they don’t
They hold not a pen to mark their pain
Tiny whispers trailed by years of pain
In tiny rooms surrounded by thick, tall walls
They spend lives not worthy to be called a life
What we face, debate, discuss and protest on
They face with nameless expressions and wordless tears
None can be talked of their daily beatings,
Rape and torture
Where forced abortions and starvation
Have become but another lesson
For a mistake their forefathers made,
For a silent gossip uttered to a speakable ear
Their only wish, to not live to die
Digging the grave they will lay upon.
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