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Indistinguishable Faces
I see throngs of people going places;
everyone's in a rush to be somewhere.
And their indistinguishable faces
keep rushing past me as if I wasn't there.
Behind sarcastic stares, I feel their hate
and their collective resentment of me.
For they believe that I deserve my fate,
an annoying beggar is all they see.
No one has a kind word or coin to spare,
they don't see a hurting human being.
And without even pretending to care,
they scoot on by without ever seeing.
I feel like crying almost every day,
and yet survival keeps most tears at bay.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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