Grieving People

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They fled their land to find safety instead, they found cruel life wherever they lived They've lost everything because they're that way Their aspirations crumbled and they lost all their aspirations. Something I strive to be among the shattered in honor of the broken Thinking about all tears that would be shed their world caves over them their optimism turned into terror. I wish to be with splintered people the face-to-face challenge, people the unseen, unheard, uninvolved The type who strives to lurk in shadows couldn't you trust me? Why do they need not be alone? Why must they weep to sleep? All hope is lost to them only darkness prevails Alas, act in a purely unfazed manner not having everything handy They attempt to comprehend. leaving from one paycheck to another cheering and clapping sans graceful motions. They weep until their eyes dry. entirely on their own, they can only wish for brighter days. when they could find solace As their emotions hardened into stones. I am neutral about skin color or their perceived sin or their need to be flawless to win I start with sight and sound despite aspects or ground should never be, where they're found. Modern stupidity in innocence stupidly that shoves them to survive Fair pretense and pure all illuminating blind minds Luminousness of noble ideals may aid the underprivileged or bless, the broken-hearted. To heal their wounded souls to bestow hope to the desperate to promise salvation to wipe away their tears. I am overwhelmed by such a plight who can grasp their insight? or even sense being near the site they may offer love I could not bestow. Ultimately, we are all flawed suffocating, we stagger costumes and snob jokes Victims of other people's poking no one's heart is empty. Complexity creeps into our minds may rush if others approach each unspoken and broken For the sake of finding excluded role hiding cruel passion ridding Need to see well where you're sitting? Written: October 22, 2022

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Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 10/23/2022 6:56:00 AM

This is a compassionate poem that shows the depth of your kind heart, my dearest friend, Lasaad. Please, do not wish to be in their shoes. When I, legally, immigrated to Canada, although they treated me very well, still the difficulties I had to face were enormous for I knew nobody and couldn't speak the languages, and couldn't find a job. However, what I became in life, I owe to Canada, Unfortunately, other countries are treating immigrants in an inhuman way. A FAVE for me. Blessings.

Sotto Poet
Date: 10/23/2022 8:01:00 AM

Hello there, my friend Demetrios, and many thanks for the kind comment and the Fave. I can relate to what you're saying; I ran into difficulties when I first arrived in the United States, but now that I understood how things operate, I've been able to improve my family's circumstances significantly; my children have all gone on to successful careers and prestigious universities. You're right that we needn't rely on outside help; rather, we should go our own way.

Valsa George

Date: 10/22/2022 10:05:00 PM

I sense your compassionate heart, sensitive to the suffering of the downtrodden. While some splurge in riches, others wallow in poverty and need. If the world is a little more understanding and considerate, much of this suffering can be alleviated. A poem making us ponder on what we can do to improve the sad situation.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/22/2022 4:16:00 PM

A poem of compassion my friend. Your poem gives voice to the ones down on their luck.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/22/2022 1:53:00 PM

- Poor and rich ... such big differences in the world ... we see them every day in every country ... terribly sad, Las - hugs

David Kavanagh

Date: 10/22/2022 12:35:00 PM

Really is a difficult one to address Lasaad, I see them every day, some are genuine and good people who fell on on hard times, others are professional beggars who choose this as a lifestyle, (complexity creeps into our minds) but only by observing over a period of time you get to know who’s who, and can help accordingly, your poem is good as is your will, from where I’m sitting, evocative piece, cheers David