The Unwanted
He came to live his life in peace
To put all his troubles at ease
But like a garbage, he was shunned
Almost short of being gunned
He didn't even know why
They even wanted him to die
Like he did the gravest sin
Like there's a leproid on his skin
He was scoffed and he was shamed
It's just short of being framed
For, just a dime, he didn't know why
Often he looked up to ask the sky
How he wanted to be just him
To live simple, forget his dream
To share with them all that he knew
Even for free, from dust till dew
He's short of being crucified
They thought their act was justified
So fled, he did, like melted snow
To look for a new place to grow
To be a stranger in another place
Is even better, if they respect your face
Than live in place you call your own
Where your people hate you to the bone
A gifted person once lived in that place but they chose to hate him for his flaws than to accept him for what he could contribute for the common good. Though, he still needs to come back to dispose of what he left in that place
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2024
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