Pity Me Not
Don’t rouse
The sold to self vagabonds
That give deaf ear
To your hard won daily fights
Through a crushing world’s fist
And
Love those who neglect you
But make a divide
And let them bridge the chasm
For your weathered hands
Serve as a tapestry of sacrifice
Met by indifference
And you deserve love
Without impossibly damning prerequisites.
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