Feel them burn, are they on fire?
Walk on them across the pire.
Push on feet though you are bruised and broken
Don't complain, not a single word spoken
Bare foot and bleeding
Aching and needing
a bandage for binding
And others not minding
The blood trail behind
and the pain now trapped in my mind
Monday, April 02, 2012
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