BROKEN - A poem by The PenmAn

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Souls laid bare without bodies
Minds lost in the pool
Without any wiring
Life battered and broken
Like the former
Second-hand curse

Where is hope?
Hope where are you?
The home is no more a home.

© Brownson Adatsi
Broken by Brownson The PenmAn

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