The tears of the orphan pour down
Like a torrent waterfall
No tissue to dry his eyes
No umbrella to block the rainfall
The world clicks by
Posting feel-good Facebook posts
Allowing them to sleep at night
And avoid society ghosts
Fake words of sympathy
False smiles hide disinterest
They prescribe therapists and medicine
And the world goes about its business
One day, when we are all judged
The sentence will come down
Justice parceled out by St. Michael
Heaven will resemble a ghost town
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