"Breaking the Hustel"
Mirrors have broken
Glass is Shattered
Shards are scattered
Feet are battered
Love is gone
Replaced by pain
Blood is the game
Players have changed
Rules are the same
Get in, get out
Don't wait about
Abused
Misused
Not a toy
but treated the same
Full of shame
Sick of this game
We want out
We want a chance
to be heard again
In a world full of mayhem
We want a chance
to be treated as a fellow human
We want a chance...
I want a chance to live again
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