This Man


The tears roll down from his eyes

and are blown away in whispers

By the wind

This Man

I do not know him


He cries in an agony

I cannot see

He is alone beside me

His cries are no louder

no stronger than his pride

He lies......still

This man by my side


He denies his own life

His suffering

His Human Crimes

he curls up

as If

in the womb that he came

Wondering if when he leaves here

He must come Back again


And so

and in Vain

The tears roll down from his eyes

and stain

Left alone by the careless world and whim


This Man

I do Not know Him.


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