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Myriad of myopic crystal flames

the water of life

lends a bitter after-taste

to mans destruction



Panning the inferno

of unanswered prayers

forgotten dreams

Government sits and chews and spits

out its own questionable morality.



Hidden in Pakistan the rat children wander

Their lives ripped from them as babies

innocent souls forced to wear masks

in the name of religious devouts



they face abject cruelty

yet embrace it whole

It is their birthright

so they say



Their apparant guardian angels



as they profit from their begging

businessmen or vultures or are they one and the same?



They don't nurture but sow seeds of fear and rejection

all the while proclaiming it is 'God's way'



Metal melts into infant skin

their faces changed

they don't speak but insane laughter is their one unique communication

In this their bitter slum



Nurseries hidden from anyone who cares, but noone seems to come

and rescue them. noone looks hard enough.



Is this another Jerusalem?

Terrorists kill in the belief their next life will be better?

Well there ain't much competition.