JR you gave me that name

Imagine it

I am JR

stolen from Afrika, I

lived in squalor for 20 years

and yes of course I cry

the pain the vile

conditions

the agony I felt

all alone

no family

and the cards that I

was  dealt

they have all been terrible

I had

wanted to be

a dad

to have my kids around

but now of course sadly

that can never happen

nobody loves me

and I had so  much love to give

and that’s now possibly

lost, oh dear forever

and your ideology

has really ruined my whole life

and now in this sanctuary

with other souls

I spend my life

a walking here and there

but there is no sweet lady

to walk with and to share

nobody to love me

nobody to care

yes I do appear to be happy

but are you aware

I so need a partner

to follow and to see

and enjoy the fruits

of my life

all stolen from me