A tear would fall at a wounded wolf's callYet none would go to helpHearts would beat to brush pale cheeksYet done nothing when heard a yelpA fist would fly, yet none would cryThe sun would cast a rayStill they'd leave him, not to retrieve himTis' repeated day by dayHeld nothing close, but pain at mostSkin prickled by a laughThe name would stick, they'd deem him sickAnd cut dear hope in halfHe'd stop to bleed, a breath he'd heaveStill leave him to the dustClosed eyes this way, heart not at bayTo ignore him is a mustWould be hysterical unless by some miracleTo lend the soul a handBut things are different, what should be isn'tThey'd stop to take a glanceTeeth would break and bones would acheLift a finger; they wouldn't dareA pulse would stop and the body would dropBecause no one had caredThere is nothing they would risk;Tis' the opposite of a revolutionist~ Tae Tae Dreamz
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