Ignorance


I happen to pass by
A seen that could make you cry
Symphony is that we all try
To pity those who are left by

Moot point of living beings
To always, always sing
Their truth and daring
At last only your behavior strings
To all the upbringing

Passing by, an error pre-installed
To judge and breach anything stalled
We might take others fault
But death is a virtue of us all
Whom doesn't break our inner wall

I accept the tears and tranquility
Of this "on the run" City
Because many cases of charity
Would never like a face of pity
All we would have is a situation, off wits.

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