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    This poem describes witnessing children being harmed by sinister forces, suggested to be oppressive authorities, represented as hooded serpents and diabolic faces injecting venom and feasting on young blood. The speaker and others are helpless to speak out against the abuse for fear of facing the same fate of being shredded by beastly spirits.

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    This poem describes witnessing children being harmed by sinister forces, suggested to be oppressive authorities, represented as hooded serpents and diabolic faces injecting venom and feasting on young blood. The speaker and others are helpless to speak out against the abuse for fear of facing the same fate of being shredded by beastly spirits.

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    My Voice Chocked

    Uploaded by

    Rozi Khan
    This poem describes witnessing children being harmed by sinister forces, suggested to be oppressive authorities, represented as hooded serpents and diabolic faces injecting venom and feasting on young blood. The speaker and others are helpless to speak out against the abuse for fear of facing the same fate of being shredded by beastly spirits.

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    My Voice Chocked

    We heard them cry and whine


    And saw the hooded serpents
    Hidden under black boots
    Injecting venom in innocence
    Our mouths sealed and shut
    And the diabolic faces of evil
    Feast on our young blood
    Grating buds on healthy spray
    Were helpless, forgive me sons
    We cant speak out whats on mind
    Or we find ourselves shredded too
    By the beastly spirits out there

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