He was a young man. 

Gazing into a pool of the self love

he was never given by the culture around him.


He was alone.

Knowing he would always be told

he was never allowed vulterability.


He was in need of emotion.

Begging for someone to allow that

he could to feel sensitive and precious.


He was doomed from the beggining.

Hoping that maybe, after it all,

he could be the one to break the cycle.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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