Ode to the VictimA Poem by Allison PeneffA Sudra to their kind; a slave Held down by cheap, rusting chains. They've endured the dark of a thousand caves But still their hope remains. Whipped and hit until they bled Yet they remain untouched The victim deserves our finest praise For they ignore the dread Their sanity remains tightly clutched Thus, the victim will see better days. © 2013 Allison PeneffAuthor's Note
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