He passes passively past the past where his passion parted,
Humbled, to the times he stumbled, where the rubble started.
He hated feeling berated, by the gates that caged him,
The crowd's loud and proud nature never phased him.
He grew up here, but he blew up quickly,
His mother was bothered, his brother was looking sickly.
His father, mister, and his sister, saw him coping,
But got mad, never felt bad, he was sad or moping.
Hope floats, without a rope, the day it's baptized,
But perishes, if you don't cherish it- it's capsized.
That's what occurred, he wasn't heard, in his herd,
and was murdered, further bothered... they wouldn't hear a word.
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