Here they stand,
Their faces not seen,
But yet they hold each others hand,
Is this not so mean?
They are outcasts of our life,
Shunned from our existance,
But yet they together they survive,
Is this such a resistance?
We kick them out on false crimes,
We beat them up out of hate,
But yet they still love us like our own mimes,
Is this not our fate?















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