It’s hurting to gag
Lonesome amidst dreads
as we gave
it’s not compassionate
not passionate as here we stand either
A drop of water
To cut thirst the hardest to tell
How our heart long to see
Brings us hardship to feel
We end perturbed
Prayerful it to be managed
A long road to the farthest eternity
Mortality takes
Meaning while fatality brings
Gagged still though expecting kindness
You may ask what we spearhead:
One, talk our guts free;
Two, bury tortures;
Three, generally all freedoms granted;
Four, you won’t ask if you have done all.