He

My sorrow lays unclad
as he dissipates like a breeze
never to be felt and
never to be seen
too many he never existed
kindly felt by the few
who accept the truth
unfortunately never to be understood
the apathetic have abandoned
themselves
never a thought
never care
oblivious to the righteous
and what they have despaired

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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