i turned away from all the clapping hands,
and crowd is left there celebrating nonsence.
i've drifted far from faces of my friends
and haven't even noticed.
o god almighty who reigns kingdom up above,
do you still listen to all mournings of the beaten?
do you still grace them with all-winning love,
or let them dwell in being unforgiven?
You need to soften up the heavy sentence
for all who fated enduring the hurt.
for all who bearing the resentance,
the pain, the dirt.
late evening bus ride
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