The dagger of innocence
ripped from its sheath
I can't get it out of my head
The image returns
like a body in bed
I wonder how many there are
How often the bandages
cover a scar
Is somebody striking a pose?
I watch as injustice
bleeds out of your nose
Nobody deserves to be skin
We can't disembody
the person within
No matter how dead we may feel
The soul is alive
and the sorrow is real
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