Virulent poetry

Not by choice or agreement,

Born into this world, for some god’s appeasement

Subdued by those given a head start

Mocked by those who share the shackles, at least, in part

God’s of the past, nothing more than a voucher

Reveal yourselves to us, those of the future

Before we create you 

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