He was outside
His clothes looked the colour of dark clouds
His eyes looked the look of empty coals
His manner looked of laughter of failure
His teeth gleamed yellow of high nature
The torn clothes showed torn minds
The torn soul spoke through smiles
His hands extended asked for something
Food or clothes I don't know what
He asked and asked and asked
His asking explained the failure
Of our systems, languages, hearts.
His clothes looked the colour of dark clouds
His eyes looked the look of empty coals
His manner looked of laughter of failure
His teeth gleamed yellow of high nature
The torn clothes showed torn minds
The torn soul spoke through smiles
His hands extended asked for something
Food or clothes I don't know what
He asked and asked and asked
His asking explained the failure
Of our systems, languages, hearts.
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