Seven, young girl I see you, smiling on the front page, malnourished, shrunken dry.
You hoped for help, change, mercy, but no one came sweet child no one came.
You begged, pleaded, SCREAMED, and cried little girl at the hands of those whom are to love and cherish, ravaged by evil, turned heads, closed eyes, covered ears you cried tears of doom, from the wells of despair, No one heard, No one cared.
Heart heavy, I weep and weep and weep for you failed girl, ravaged on earth.
Released, your soul flies flies, soaring, forever, high.
Populism 
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