to the naked eye
left the world
left traces
only in hurting places
where material was at a deficit
where third world
was the first to know
the second
of the departure

no one listened
no one heard
nor respected the voices
their class
and deemed
them untouchable
yet they felt
they sensed
the digression,
and wept sorely
til tear ducts
went bankrupt
and faith is depleted

the bitter cup
of pessimism
cast shadows
and love was resurrected unaware
without a trace


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