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The Unknown ©
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He was wild and he was violent
He was never known to cry--
But when the lawman shot him
Tears were in his eyes. . .
"I never have been loved," he cried,
"No one ever cared--"
And as the young man fought for life
His red blood stained his hair.
"I never meant to hurt no one,"
Came his painful cry--
"I just wanted them to know
That I was alive."
His body shivered with the cold
He died in awful pain--
But the dreadful part about his death:
No one knew his name.
No one claimed his body,
In an unmarked grave he lies--
The purpose of his wretched life
Was the goal he was denied.
Beverly Hearn Cook
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Jean Swann (Joiner 1993)
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