I, even

 

I, Even

 

I, even, 

refused to see,

that inhumane,

ungodly depth 

of my sadness.

Of my despair.

Of disappointment.

That suffering

of heart

was crossing 

all barriers…

In millions have been,

my crying brothers, sisters…

We all 

refused

to see

inhumane depth

of sadness…

.

.

.

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