What can we even talk about?
When the wicked word turned around,
When we are betrayed outrightly,
By our own searing blood.
Despite our blare and incessant clamor,
The vicious World seems not to hear,
From us are viles and nefarious exertions,
Since we are derelict youngster.
It's all started from our homes,
Where laxness is catalysed by our parents,
The time we are told our breads are outside,
We are, from there uncloaked to the dusky world.
Our nights are like days,
And everyday is our day........
#No_to_Child_Abuse
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