I visit a place, a place so pure br A place where poverty is so sore. br I visit a place where there is no law an absolute absence br A noxious wind, a toxic habitat br br A lethal virus. br br Filled with neglect, regardless of the gender, br A child or a radiant beauty. br The torture is still the same br br No change. br br Without a sound, they stand silently, sadly with no voice. br A willingness to breath, to share a moment. br Not allowed… br To breathe to whine for they are trapped. br In a poison so cruel. br Trapped in a shell br A tortures harsh reality br br A world of slavery, a battered tragedy. br Sick and tired, unable to cope with this painful calamity br br This is the second where a father is lost, a baby is snatched, and a rule is broken. br br A savage dismissal br A sad ending. br br This is a place where there is no equality br A sexist environment. br No shame just honour killing. br br This is a place where the rich is richer, and a poor is poorer. br A show for the puppet br A scandal’s game. br br This was a visit to a place so pure. br A horrid journey a failed race. br br A place so hard to ignore. br br br br br br This Poem, to facilitate and end torture it explains the needs of young Children, also orphan’s that have been neglected also women and men that perceived abuse in their everyday lives, and do not receive support. br Where alternatively. The poor have to continue living their lives as a wreck.