Monkey See ?

By one life, live it
Can you look deep into my eyes,
and tell me what do you see ?
Am I just another throw away life,
with all this hurt built up inside of me ?
Can you look deep into my fear,
and do you see my pain ?
Am I just another tortured soul,
used by this sadist for his scientific gains ?
Can you look deep into my short life,
and will I die on the first try ?
Am I just another of the " lucky " ones,
to be blinded by the suturing of my eyes ?
I do not ask to be here.
I was once alive and free.
Now just a horrific experiment,
born with no eyes for me to see.
I do not ask to stay here.
I am caged and I am maimed.
Found out there are others like me,
who will soon be forced to face the same.
I do not ask for you to think,
of whose this twisted mind.
Found out torture is allowed,
if you say it is for all mankind.
Soon the research will end,
and my freedom realized.
Finally the day I have longed for .......
The day I am euthanazied.
 
Wayne K. Tolson

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