Atonement, by Geraldine Ward

‘Atone for your sins,’
He said as he raped her.
‘Pray to God for your life,’
As her hands were tied
And she was led blindfold,
shuttled into the truck.
When she arrives in America
she is greeted by cold hands,
hearts who gather her
In and separate her from her children.
She still weeps and prays
But who hears her now.
Who dares to care for her?

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