Once A Man

I saw a dirtied thing on the side of the road
And asked what I had to spare
Soon the clouds began to weep upon our heads
Giving trees life and blurring it’s dread
It washed the soot from his face, hands, and hair
Uncovering a man, deeming he was there
He had white hair, curled like a lambs back
And pleading green eyes that said “Give! Give! Give!”

A blank face, acting a desperate child
His arm punctured and red, a face of no regret
His want of hope was a piercing energy
That turned my face sullen
I called it a burden, expendable, at no cost
Would I care if it’s life was lost
Cruel I felt, but it knew
I would soon forget, as they all do

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