Paradox

Shouts and shrieks,

The eyes opens with dread,

Stressed and afraid,

Solemn widespread,

Alone I dread,

Fellow minds are not great,

Too simple to akin as comrade,

It’s just difficult to associate,

Isolated I dread,

Though the people widespread,

All I see are inbreds.

Humiliated and disgraced,

Humility ingrained,

I open my arms to comrades,

They regard me not as compatriot,

They gaze and discriminate.

Though they in the slums,

They smile and acknowledge,

The sun shines equally unto everyone,

The rain drops blesses everyone,

But the people;

They see differences,

As to deviate,

So to disparate.

Mankind sullen,

Man, I am solemned,

Like a dry flower I am withering,

Watching life pass by,

Paving the path to indifference,

A scavenger who hath lost appetite,

The sun has lost its bright,

The moon has lost its pride,

The stars no longer take strides,

Save, save for the faith that lies in his chest,

Instilling Prevalence to the one who is dead.