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The place which once was considered home by many...



I knew a place where people called home
But they were considered unconscious prisoners
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I knew a place where people thought was paradise
But they were considered brainless slaves
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I knew a place where people were ready to die for
And the place was ready to kill them all
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I knew a place where people spent their days & nights
The place welcomed them with fake delight
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I knew a place where people wasted their personal life
And was encouraged and cherished for doing so
They didn't know,  They didn't see it coming

I knew a place who gave many their pride
And burned that pride into ashes in a blink of an eye
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I knew a place which was everything to many
But they were just a replaceable resource
They didn't know, They didn't see it coming

I saw the very same place Which was called home by many
Betray them all for just a penny
I saw them shocked,
I saw them cry,
I saw them moan..
I wish they knew, I wish they saw it coming...


-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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