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in my lifetime . . .

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In my lifetime
tears
rolled on my body.
And the courtyards of cities were wet.
Bullets strolled through our heavenly bodies.
Vicious eyes of humanity wept.

In my lifetime I suffered so greatly,
I was chained and imprisoned and pierced.
And I witnessed what tyrants demanded
and I listened
to what was expected
of me.

But I was beautiful, and I was lovely.