The Voiceless
Humans are viewed to be compassionate,
yet I have seen the stark truth with these eyes.
So acknowledge my role as advocate.
The spite of man, no soul can justify.
Despite the bounds of our society,
I shall predominate and persevere.
We are said to be based on chastity,
but I shall make our harsh crimes become clear.
Their arduous, piercing cries are silenced,
and no one bears witness to their anguish.
Because of this I am in defiance,
for this discordant treatment is slavish.
Why insist on ravishing the helpless?
Speak for the innocent and the voiceless.
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