A protester in his tirade,
Stands on an empty street
On an empty corner,
Not admitting defeat

A homosexual in defeat,
Maimed in a corner
Lays cold and beaten, pain arcane
Red tears on red skin

Red cuts at a woman,
Laying in her travail
While a husband breaks his bond,
And as a husband hears her wail

Now we never hear the reticently raised,
Where somewhere children speak out
Some with their innocence,
And some, without

And innocently,
A girl can say no
But a mere girl can't decline
His corruption, his find

And somewhere at night,

A man finds his gun,
A father sought salvation
But this husband in depression,
Has no contemplation

Though in this world,
You are okay
Through unspeakable sufferings,
You find a way
Through poverty stricken, you know
You're privileged
Through all outcry's of pains,
Do you know how to listen?

 
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