DOWNTRODDEN

 DOWNTRODDEN


People looked down upon,

Whenever, will they find dawn?

After what seems like an eon,

Why was this fate ever drawn?

So unfortunate.

Is it too late,

To yet again, be great;

The best till date?

The light at the end of the tunnel,

The hardships,

Though seem subtle.

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