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A thousand faces, a hollow tide,

Shadows weave where truths collide.

The weight of silence, a heavy chain,

A soul forgotten, lost in vain.

Outstretched hands meet empty skies,

No gaze returns, no answering cries.

Fallen and bleeding, unseen and unknown,

Crushed by the weight of a world overgrown.

The common man fades, his struggle denied,

A ghost in the streets where humanity died.

The pavement drinks the crimson rain,

A quiet witness to nameless pain.

Eyes avert, no steps delay,

A fragile life just slips away.

Outstretched hands meet empty skies,

No gaze returns, no answering cries.

Fallen and bleeding, unseen and unknown,

Crushed by the weight of a world overgrown.

The common man fades, his struggle denied,

A ghost in the streets where humanity died.

We build these walls, we dig these graves,

We chain ourselves, we call them slaves.

Empathy’s ashes, scattered and dry,

A monument built to the question: why?

So we march, a faceless swarm,

Through storms of greed, through life's deform.

One man falls, another will tread,

Over the broken, the nameless dead.