The FactoryA Poem by Sachi RuayaThe Stolen GenerationThe Factory ©2019 Sachi Ruaya May they have
stripped, in such vast motion; Lashing our flesh out, Boiling us in acid And lastly takings your only child; To start the mass of
manufacture Of a brainwashed
generation Nay! Been soul
washed! Aye! The children has only been Stripped from cultural virginity Tortured by minds, factories of generations Heed to whom no plead Profit? Fair skin? Just feed their lusty
ego! And paint an illusion
of moral sense… Aye! Shall vicious skin shall not see the beauty; In the stories of paper and paper of stories (Little do they know;
voices of the elder still pounce to this day) But will the white rabbits
strive for profit? Not a time machine;
heed we need Then: an eager sight of dark complexion wrapped in posh attire Post: Stereotypes? Ugh… the rush to fill the mould The Breeds of Tainted Complexion. © 2019 Sachi RuayaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 26, 2019 Last Updated on May 26, 2019 AuthorSachi RuayaVictoria, AustraliaAboutSachi is an observant art lover who takes pride in her strong verbal and written communication skills as she regards her love for learning. She highly values collaboration and efforts to create innova.. more.. |

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