I tore my eyes away from my soul

and looked all around.

A crying nation whose sobs had been stifled

by  a menacing gun

was drenched in shame.

I trod the road that led from me

And found you squatting in misery

Seeing the depth of the ditch you were in,

the hopelessness that was gazing

at me through your eyes…

I found myself in you

When I walked away from me.

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