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Fear was all I could see,
See was all I could do,
When words were lost to me.
Life gone to waste,
Beautiful as it was,
Ruined in the most cruel ways.
Barely old enough to walk unescorted,
They work from dawn to dusk,
Deep down in the land of the dead.
Traumatized since birth,
Forced to see their families die,
They don't know the meaning of happiness.
Bleed is all they do,
Both physically and emotionally,
Yet not a tear is allowed to fall.
Their voices muffled,
Trained to comply,
The children of the Ivory Coast have submitted to their fate....
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anna
i wrote this poem after i had done some research on ivory coast..child soldiers, miners - so many were killed that i felt obliged to write something!! it isn't that classy but it is from deep within..
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