Those Who are not Loved

Are like prisoners of life
The minute born is time served

They crash imaginary borders
To enter the freedom of a cage

They are like the dust of Gaza
The diseased of the desert

The displaced of war
And untraced of genocide

The unloved and innocent
Are enemies of entitlement

The poor and the unloved
Share an address in a living hell

They are like the unborn
Bearing our burden

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