An Unwanted Meeting

The arrival of this night,
A night resembling nothing,
An unwanted meeting,
With a mere half a shadow,
In dusty corners it dwells,
Of this great mansion,
Built by angelic hands,
Hands nurturing your soul,
And now you sit next to it,
Incomplete belittled shade,
Casted for others to see,
Showcasing his deeds,
Goodness naively assumed,
Unbeknown about the exiles,
Or the three hundred thousand,
What goodness would half a
Mind produce or even order
The less than nothingness of
His blind soulless heart,
Exists only for few who clap,
And what crocodile tears
Would do him any justice as
Smirks fill his ugly half a face,
Contradictory pieces of the
Same old and rusty half a shadow,
Do tell me about the goodness
Of the deductions fought since
The birth of your little cries,
Stolen in front of lawful gavels,
Contending to reach a mirage,
And what deeds does he have
Except for your grave he dug
From your piggy bank savings,
Childhood innocence detached,
Running away and celebrating
The confiscation of your smiles,
And now he requests a reconnection,
To rebuild the disintegrated ties of kinship,
Though, the ships of your lovely
Soul has shipped away from his
Isolated shores that you casted away,
So, what form of justice should you
Serve this selfishly half being?
This night shall flame incessantly,
And justice will commemorate
The delusions of this half a shadow
Casted on these pure arid lands.


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