🌠The Story is never heard until it goes south Then the wind carries it to the doorsteps of the unconcerned And the ocean washes away the good works Until just debris are left for them to behold
🌠My tears were not wiped away or heard when I lamented and pleaded not guilty The good works of my hands were regarded worthless For their thoughts said I did all that to blindfold them from seeing my evil deeds
🌠And now I'm about to be banished from a community I gave life to All the appraisals were taken away from me I was ripped off of everything Still I stood naked at the smiles and eyes of those who have always wanted my downfall
🌠The glory never pleases everyone The fame and wealth intoxicates yet I kept it cool Where did I go wrong? Who had brought this calamity upon me? Now who will save me?
...@mizdais...