Help Poem by Martin Moore

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Alone among thousands he waits
Set apart from reality
A colony dependant on faith
Surviving on self-pity
Society's outcast, degrading his name
His will has been destroyed
Standing now to stake his claim
He battles with his pride
Perhaps another world exists
Free from hate and fear
There must be something more than this
Restraining bitter tears
Through a drunken haze he sees
A life with no ambition
False relief and liberty
In a land of no contrition
Too late to try and start again
A hopeless dream has ended
A monument to days insane
Statistics are amended
To read one less, a forgotten face
The systems triumph deemed
And yet another takes his place
To follow on the dream.