Others will

What can I do?

A question to pause

To repress, the aware

Stifling the conscious

Into remission

Long enough to buy a paper

A glossy magazine

Kick the autumn fruit

That lays decaying on the pavement

It shrouds the beseeching faces

That shade our everyday

The silent screams of hunger

The desperations

Of a new dawn

Reason confides

One man no difference

Reality awakens

Responsibility presses

To our own

Helpless crams the senses

And even if I could

If?....

Veracity engages their plight

Balancing their frantic images

Transpiring them to a distant illusion

Others will

Console evolves and contorts

Who?

Impasse transmits

Accountabilities

Lingering sting

How many have strength

How many will tussle this concept

And decline

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