23 — Ben’s Loneliness

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Is this how it ends

In quiet, without any ceremony

Just like that

With no one to see?

Has our existence no importance

All the temples we worshipped

All the statues, all our heroes

To whom will this day belong?

Who will care?

Who will stay to remember?

Who will stay to share?

Billions of lives are gone

Yet I cry none

If only the whole zumianity

Billions of lives are gone

But those I cherished

have long been gone

Blessing or doom

My grief, my pain

For long they have been paid

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