Black Saturday
His death is horrible,
But no one had seen it.
His pain was crucial,
But no one had felt it.
His tears were merciful,
But no one had touched it.
His mourn was unforgettable,
But no one had heard it.
His sacrifice was enormous,
But only few had treasured it.
His deeds were worthwhile,
But only few have remembered it.
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