I am worth the price of a bullet

Blackout poem I did for school last year. Article originally from an NPR article.

One person has seen Life archives - two pages placed by security forces in orphanages. Children spoke on condition of anonymity, fearing hurt for speaking out. "I am worth the price of a bullet." 

A senior told Life fragmented records. He said of government rules, of children in and out of the orphanage. He spoke on condition of anonymity.

We ask about allegations, work as an administrator aware of how records were kept. The adoptions were found abandoned across the chaos of war. She wasn't always able to follow the progress of hope.

(i cant find the picture of the article with the rest of the words blacked out sorry but this is the poem :P)