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Apr 2015
Late in the afternoon,
The Sun blazed fiery,
I was strolling along the harbor,
Where a man stopped me,

My eyes watery, my mind at ease
Where do you go young man?
"...", the young man says nothing
I have no reason to speak,
For the world is unclean,
Where men, **** other men,
For the strangest reasons,

I knew this old man had seen it,
A time where compassion was heeded,
And people laugh with people,
And not at them.
A face will never lie,
And his, was plain but battered.
That wrinkled face, those pale black eyes,
They've seen a lot.

I carried on my way,
Armed with ideology,
And a will of a thousand men,
No worlds rest on my shoulder anymore,
For the world is weightless for me now,
When i knew hatred took it over,
I knew i had to do something.

I weep, for the lack of understanding,
It is not only us that are around,
Even the rocks are living,
And trees can feel emotions
Is it so crazy to believe this?
LaserHalo
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LaserHalo  Male', Maldives
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