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The Miserable
Alive,
Dead in their world,
Scourged by the whip of poverty.
Humiliation metamorphosed them into
Ghostly images rising from the mold...
Misery bleeds in their eyes...
They appeal for death.
Feeling pity for their souls,
I desire death more than they do
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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