🌠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?
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