796 paper dolls
We cut them, yes
A chain of sadness
An emblem of pain
796 paper dolls
The strain of lives
Statutory madness
A poem of disdain
796 little dolls
Their lives, so brittle
Intolerants reign
Provide no sustain
796 piled dolls
My hands, they hurt
But no pain bigger than
The image of slain
796 huddled dolls
Each frame - a guess
Lives with no rights
No one to declaim
796 plain dolls
Have they no shame?
So much violence
Cause me to inflame
796 I will recall
Brutality is your game
Life is no rite
Your dogma is lame
by Flávia Simas
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