You never saw my heart
afraid to let it show
the me I've come to see and love
is the me you do not know.
I strive to rectify my fears
climb high the mental mountain
to reach a place called Holiness
a soon-forgotten fountain
I think each day about the victim
in the market place
those who come and go each morn
without a name or face
Ultimate destiny for them
dog hidden from our sight
will float on sewered scum bag shore
Korean cruelty plight.
© 1998 By C. Sparkie

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