Little Stone

Little stone on the road,
Why you’re always been ignored?
Millions of people step you along,
Is that the place you really belong?

Little stone on the ground,
What do you feel when someone kicks you around?
I know you’re hard,
But it doesn’t mean your numb.

Little stone in the sea,
Why you’re so unlucky that you weren’t able to see,
The world that you have supposed to be,
Cherish and love that’s what it should be.

Little stone on the street,
When will you taste a life so sweet?
Instead you suffer bunches of barbarity?
That no one laid a hand for charity,

Little stone in the park,
Your sacrifice resembles a mark,
To those people who fling and trash you around,
Your kindness and patience is deep as thousand feet below the ground.

Little stone everywhere,
I hope they realize to value and care,
Fight forth little stone,
As if thinking you’re not alone.

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