Slaughter-House
Poetry By Anonymous

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Slaughter-House
Poetry By Anonymous

The child walks out
Seeing the world, for what it is
She breaks down
She doesn’t feel the pain
As she hits the ground
She’s already weeping
Already shedding tears
For all the years, she’s been blind
And happy
Blind and happy she cannot be now
Shedding tears there on the ground
Blood dripping through her hands
Her blonde, perfect hair
Already black, with grief and blood
Grief she has no right to feel
Blood that is not hers or even
Her doing
Just her drink, just her life blood
Lives needlessly fading
For her perfect eyelid shading
And her perfect Sunday meal
And the pain we should all feel
She feels now
There on the ground
Of the killing field

Slaughter-house