I try,
As much as I can
To be appreciated
I cry,
Because things I have done
Are not easily explicated
That’s why
To any ordinary man
My sacrifice are derogated
I will fly,
If only I can, to a land
Where no one is neglected
All this while, I cry trying
And no one can see me dying.
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