Heart of the Meek

Deep down in his heart was the draining of sorrow, Despite the reality of his faith grabbing the dew of every morning, He forms the power of stable mind but never turns a candle light on, Whenever words get full in his mouth, darkness fence him tremendously, He paints down every imagination, He pens down every echoing sound, Immediately society set out to brag of their partners, he perceives unsensational dispensation appearing from the ground, They only haste to rule his meekness with a vile, making him feel bound, They had no figured realizations to dispose their murderous acts firmly nowed, In a cage was he alone, despite his presence among men identifiably and unidentifiably yoked, Finding himself a dream took his spirit toward a lonely road, Many had the thought to drag his individuality into a black sack, Hey, those squad never knew what he terms, “logical man of unperforated fact”, Firmly did he sat to establish a compactible gust, Since those unaware nuisances steam their senseless passions to mislead with sprinkled dust, A dagger he raised to butcher their inequity was rightly sharpened for a total must, And the state of their recalcitrance was divided into shame, Stelled eyes behind the scene elaborated the story of the meek, This finely fortified the “ready aimed” of this generation to step up their game, But the pride insane refused to listen and understand what every sage need, He was an exradictionary caliber pertain without greed, And he had it all written on his face, how he wishes all those weakened get freed, That`s a factuality roofing the head of “THE MEEK”, Yeah, he was meek… And no one dares to deny it as truth.