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Gold Fish at a Frat Party

Mutilated, cut, torchered, and burned
Laughing, cheering, carrying on
Academic intelligence, humanity unlearned
Not once is civility ever yearned.

Help me, save me, falls on deaf ears
Helpless and harmless, but nobody cares
Ten thousand eyes view your gasping for breath
Yet no eyes hold back any sorrowful tears.

Alone we yearn for a soothing voice
Knowing it will never speak
In our hearts we know the putrid truth
This silence, this longing, this anguish ... it reeks.

Malini Patel ([email protected])