The Look Of Hatred And The Innocent Man
he gazed at all the eyes
that gazed on him inside
that smoky room
there was one eye which
looked at him with the gentleness
of the man of compassion
he knew it
as it was devoid of
the usual cruelty
that all of them inflicted
upon his
innocence.
he knew it
because it was fake
in fact in truth
it was made of marble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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