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Intelligence Versus Victim

By Annmarie Cephas


The story must be told 

The diary must unfold. 

I recorded these pages, 

Ages ago on heated streets 

Where monsters reined; 

Call it aspects of social conditions, 

Youths victimised by imposters 

A pawn in the scheme; being, bribed, used, manipulated; Breakers of the Law, in wolf clothing,who cash out on the innocent with wages. 

The story must be told 

The diary must unfold. 

As ‘Intelligence’,they prey; 

On needy hearts of youngsters, for selfish and unjust causes. Voices of strayed victims wonder to destructive weapons; More and more self-worth weakened, defeated by social labels; garrison communities, volatile areas and the dilapidated ghettos. Lost souls,cold, wondered about, their furious eyes, deviled intentions, chose senseless killings, never ending power struggle and rivalry among themselves day to day 

The story must be told 

The diary must unfold 

Professionals in uniforms, Intelligence who bribed from a distance:  So called fairness sanction for victims, their voices rumble, efforts stumble Contemplating their victimized souls. Stifled by emotional stress of fertilized maturity. 

Justice sometimes acts as defiance, a pun for mental and physical abuse. Juveniles suffer irrefutable damage, traumatized, shattered dreams, search for answers, reasons, 

Acceptance from ‘Intelligence’, law breakers’ assistance 

The story must be told 

The diary must unfold 

Reposition the narrative 

Unmask victims 

Give them the will to use their skills 

Dismantle the word victim 

And redefine our youths as victors

Change the trend The story is told The diary is unfold


By Annmarie Cephas


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Outstanding, poetry at its best

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I love this one👍

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This is amazing 🤩!!!

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I like this because it speaks on what’s happening in today’s society💐💐💐💐

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