TRAVAILS OF THE INNOCENT

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Who shall they call,??
To help them in their, times
Of Pain. Languishing in
Suffering. They labour
Helplessly in sorrow.
Crying out their hearts in
Tears.
Who shall deliver them.??

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Lamenting for their losses,
And having nothing to show
For the bruises life, brutally
Gave to them. Everyday they,
Have to endure a life of Painful
Existence. In Sadness they cry,
In Despair they live.

Falling victim's, to the Evils of
Life, perpetrated by the wicked
Ones of the society. They fall into
A Forlorn state, dejected and helpless,
For Their Travails, knows no end.
Why ??, they question themselves,
Why??, they ask their maker.

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Depressed and tired, for they've been
Continually tormented by reality.
Who shall save them ??, a question
They've no answer to. Would they
Continue in this languishing state ??.
Questions in their minds, would forever
Remain unanswered.

Down casted and downhearted, they realize
All Hope is lost, with no one to call upon,
No one is coming to Save them, from
Their throes of agony.
It's a cross they have to bear, something,
They never decided upon.
A painful realization.