Dusty and forgotten,
Small and nothing of worth.
Beaten track, trains puffing past,
With tourists impending to see it all.
Zero communication, no eyes to see,
A total blur behind bars.
Can’t jump the line,
Beaten to decease.
Little to eat, poor hygiene,
Suffering in the cold.
Warmth of a hug, that’s what she needs,
Something to forget her scars within.
Are you like her?
Miniature, nothing at all, no hope.
Like you’re forgotten, I know how it feels,
When everything else is more important.
Rush to fend off the guards,
Ruined to the soil. Intruded.
