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Atlas


Atlas very well is true,

You just can't see hime while blue.

Shouldering your troubles,

Digging through the rubbles,

See him stumble;

Start to crumble.

Atlas is no God nor Titan,

Just an everyday human

Known not by name,

Head hanging shame,

Staying in shadows,

Fighting the battles,

Taking to a knee.

Why can't you all see?

He's just a mere man

With burdens of ban

In such a short span,

There's no way he can.

This Atlas is no more

Till our next is rebor'

Society spirals away,

But saved this society may,

Learn to love, learn to respect,

Before this life is wrecked.

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