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Created inviolate, a gift uniquely set apart,
Unable to decide wether a fair or cruel start...
Freely given just as easily thrown away,
Left to fate if goodness will leave or stay.

Moulded and shaped unlong this unchosen life,
thrown this way and that in amongst poverty and strife...
Why is such a beautiful gift treated with seeming hate?,
Once uniqueness is finally realised will it be too late?

Surrounding hostility, breeding animosity,
lock on curiosity, you cant be free...
Only ever aiding in her debilitation,
while she reaches out her hand for some consiliation...

Seeds of the future, find that cure,
only we can ever keep them sure,
raise up, stand up,we can let them wear that crown,
no more shutting them, holding them, locking them, keeping them down!!!