Poetry that no one has read.
Art that no one has seen.
Love that never met love.
Truth that are locked,
while lies are free.
There are children that never
laughed and innocent animals
that are locked up in cages.
One would like to think,
that the sky is crying,
but it is only the rain,
that falls on
the sad and broken
paradise.
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