Robbed—
Of my home
My belongings
The cars, the clothes
The job
Robbed—
Of my family
My children
Of their childhood
And maybe some of my own
Robbed—
Of joy and hope and
Peace and love
Robbed—
Of everything I called mine
Who is this thief who has no remorse or shame?
Who is this one who takes everything—and comes back for more?
And why did I choose to be an accomplice?
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