Myopic mortals:
Beyond the nostrils they cannot see
Throwing stones and fragments of lies
At souls quivering in self hate.
Taunts like fire from roused dragons
Breathing down the throats of victims
Preys to those life has given a chance.
Murderers!
Soul haunters
Greatness lies in hearts where roses of kindness blossoms.
For a great man is one whose gazes pierce through the shrinking skin
Seeing spirits seeking regeneration.
Let it go now,
Your pity mixed in brews of hate.
Let it go now
Give broken minds time to heal
With winged words and smiles
Love healing the heart.
Let it go,
No more evil eye and fear
Breeding resentments and suicide's dreams
Let earth's dregs learn to sing their owns songs:
Voices of hope soaring dark skies.
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