Labour Camp No. 14

Convicted and confined,

Before you knew your name.

Forced to give your life,

While you were but a babe.


Crowded, beaten, and thereof,

All life outside unknown.

Living on but corn and air,

Starving to the bone.


Ignorant to love.


If I could only alter but one thing,

It’d be how your life unfurled.

I’d wish you’d had a loving home,

And known a loving world. 


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