Be the known of what is shown,
the words to a fracture tone,
hidden so well,
this Slave lives to Tell.
I live to seek the worth of life,
all to find it is not nice,
to be an actual is realized.
The person speaks to open vice,
freely approached to open Mic,
a School burned down,
pupils not found,
just disappeared without a sound.
One would believe,
that such a sight,
would be International News,
to alarm not fright,
an emergency broadcast to find what's right.
Instead the story is barely known,
as girls are missing from their Nigerian Home,
no photographs to post,
information lean,
I write to speak a common theme.
The fight becomes the grasping.
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