The boy who fought
The urge to wipe the tear
From the crest of his lip
Wore the brand with
Pride and would not rest
Till he showed the world
The tear that spoke of pain.
Oh halt the cars and walking
Men who dare to look away.
The boy is in pain today!
What horrid suburban calamity
Tore the fabric of his reality?
The boy who fought the urge
But couldn't win.
Who wandered back to smiles
Even if the force of will
Returned him again and again
The meandering mind got best of him
And action, tears, led to reaction
A swipe of hand and alas!
No more tear to brandish.
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