The Beggar

The Beggar short poem

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Does she have to bleed through her eyes?
Does she have to cover the scars on her thighs?
Does no one notice her dislocated shoulders?
Does no one see her shiver as the weather turns colder?
Do you look at her or look away?
Do you talk to her or treat her like a stray?
A beggar can ask for help but a corpse cannot.

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There's a lot I want to say about this messed up world. I shall use the power of words to spread my message. I shall also tease and taunt you, force you to think what is right and whar is wrong.
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