I heard him as he cried out
Begging for someone to listen
I stopped to look
And found a man
Dying alone, beaten and imprisoned
I sat with that man for only ten minutes
But his story rang loud and clear
Until he finally slipped into death
As i gently wiped away my tears
And as I said goodbye to that man
I realized his voice had been heard
For in the end, he wasn't alone
And the nation would soon spread his word
I stood up and slowly walked away
My heart full of regret
About this man I would never know
But one who I would never forget.
~Rathan (6/2/20)