Unwanted Laborer, Pitied, Yet Not Helped

Carrying it all

On your back

Skin curved

Burned by sun

Marks from the burden

Slashes

Feet dry

Walking on

.

A dark cover

Inside the mind

People come

And share their sorrow

With one

They pity

.

They drench him

With the toxicity

Asking him

To walk on

To the next place

The next world

Watching him hunched

Not caring

About his burden

Just letting him

Rot in the sadness

Of others

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