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That is my boy.
The one you shot,
the one you smote,
the Bactrian one
whose back you broke.
That is my boy.
The one you left
for dead in a cell,
who jerked and seized,
you thought he signed well.
That is my boy.
The one who is Deaf,
frogmarched and chained,
not understood,
his language restrained.
That is my boy.
The one who is ill,
as you bore down on his chest,
you broke his heart,
along with the rest.
That is my boy.
The one who is black,
the one who is white,
the one left hanging,
in a cell out of sight.
That is my boy.
The one you shot,
the one you smote,
the Bactrian one
whose back you broke.
That is my boy,
and it is your boy too.
© My Boy 18.05.2015
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/306667055852311916/
Picture Credit: Found on sliptalk.com
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