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We are stripped

our fires doused

we are broken

and split-up

without hope

of success

without leadership

we only regress



never given a chance

to even excel

we only fall

we can't repel

the forces above

who hold us down



below the bottom

under the scum

we don't thrive

we only survive

we are the conquered,

named the untouchables....



we are the UNFORTUNATES

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I do not know where the FUCK this one cam from but I have mixed feeling about it--any suggestions??  Serious only, please.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 8:59pm
©4 February 2002 - 6:54pm — lillep
28 February 2003 - 5:41am — Crystal Hecklinger (not verified)
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i think i get this poem...feeling of confussion stripping us of our power within. not knowing were to turn or where to go.............
great poem
crystal