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I cry in the dark as I lie in bed,
 
For all the lonely, friendless, damaged ones,
 
Wounded by cruel, unjust words.
 
Spoken to maim, cripple, demean,
 
Words dipped in Sweetened Condensed Milk.
 
The persona innocent humour.
 
Gladiators'  surrounding the victim,
 
The spectator's smirk, grin, preen, bolster,
 
their  peacock delicate esteems.
 
Power rush to the ego,
 
Star role guaranteed,
 
Still glitter, will attract the Gladiator people.
 
An outsider will sit alone,
 
Watch  the Stars  of this world shine,
 
Hoping for someone from the star kingdom to be kind,
 
enquire if they are fine.
 
Invisible ones survive,
 
A few fly reach the sky.
 
Eventually on mass the invisible Outsiders,
 
Come to accept what the Superiors'  call mundane.
 
Putting aside dreams, realists now,
 
No room for fantasy, frivolity.
 
In their world play it safe,
 
No surprises, excitement, 
 
Stone cold reality reigns.
 
There  are scales  in my mind I see,
 
I try to balance...theres's no way it can done.
 
The chasm is huge between the realists, superiors , dreamer's.'
 
Confusion, sadness, anger intertwines,
 
How can they do this to each other?
 
Whom we call our brother, sister.
 
This question isn't new,
 
It's been here from the beginning.
 
Abel's blood from the ground cries out,
 
Still calls unheeded, unheard.
 
The fire siren penetrates the silence of the night,
 
A single tear drops,
 
I weep  as the  dreams crumble,
 
Flower petals at their feet,
 
I cry in the dark as I lie in bed,
 
For all the lonely, friendless, damaged ones as they sleep

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