VICTIMIZED VICTIMS(a duel by Philosopher and Writehand)

PHILOSOPHER:
Men of the underworld have tortured us,
We passed through excruciating pains.
They created zebra crossings on our back,
Which added sorrows and sent us aback.

WRITEHAND:
We are like a music band, headed in one direction.
The unknowns of a distorted race,
The chemtrails of bifurcations,
We know only how to say the grace.

PHILOSOPHER:
Our tears are now singing,
Singing songs of solemn sorrow.
Our hopes are sobbing
Sobbing sobs of critical crisis.

WRITEHAND:
With throats washed with steam,
And necks made for guillotines,
Faces booked as victims,
Eyes blinded to the real thing.

PHILOSOPHER:
Our Spittles couldn't even tell the tales;
Tales of how we were made slave in our land.
Our neighbours are mosquitoes;
Mosquitoes that wine and dine on our dying souls.

WRITEHAND:
We are voices lost in the silence of a pitchforked universe,
Hawks cawing names of the almighty and echoed instances of lost planets.
We are gutless vendors of things,
Imperfect endings of the influenced.

PHILOSOPHER:
We've been made belittled in our sight;
Even when we strive, we can't fight.
Like a blind berger, we've been made to wonder;
Like a cripple, we couldn't move nor ponder.

WRITEHAND:
We bare crosses of the infidels,
Nameless crimes of which the almighty repented
We are victims,
We are victims.

PHILOSOPHER:
We are victimized victims,
We've be tormented and chained like thieves.
We passed through hardship, and pains,
Our smiles and now plastic, labelled without gain.

WRITEHAND:
 We are Vic' things
 Stoned cold on reality,
We live once yet die daily;
Lost and left behinds; waiting for the transporter to get back.

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#Duet by
#Susampaul Philosopher
#Toby Writehand
30:06:16
10:10pm