A pain Overlooking

A pain Overlooking
From under of the door sills
Overlooking suffering
Uniqueness of paddle in heart
Closed of the doors

Oh, Tears lamb
Which stray from herd
We too
Until now,
trying to cut of crying ropes
We caught up
Did not come a taste of happiness
We sold in the slave market
Looking to new hope.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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