Them that hear of him, never wish to see him
Them that speak of him, everybody avoids
For rumour has it that;
Those who ever saw him have mouths that would not budge
Eyes that would not shut
Stricken by horrific dreams;
Nightmares that would not spare the slightest slumber
No one ever saw him perpetrate a perilous act
Neither did any victim attribute their attacks to him
And yet his deformity pronounces him guilty
Perhaps, to a crime he’s yet to commit
An innate heart of pure magnanimity
A desire to be a haven to the distressed
But ostracized by society for the fear of the unknown
Dwells in solitude, in a cave of treasures
While the people live in destitution
Hopeful that someday, someone will be brave enough to hear him out
For only then, will the treasures be discovered
To finally wipe out the penury
But the unborn generation inherits a legacy
An enslaved mind that embraces conservatism
And so, what they long for, forever remains hidden.
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