I look to the east and to the west.
I look at every home in which a man did rest.
I look. But all I see,
Is the invisible trail that we have left.
A trail not left in markings or footprints.
A trail not left in our wonders or our arts.
No. I see a trail of pain.
Like an infection, it called us home.
It does not show partially towards the good,
Nor does it give mercy to the weakest among us.
Oh, humanity. Have you not foreseen?
That we were made for more than we currently see?
Was it ever upon your mind?
That this trail we leave should never have been?
There is one cure.
A message of hope to a hopeless world.
Please find this hope, before it is too late.
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