I am not the lines you write

But the words you’re striking off

I am not the curves on your lips

But the tears on your cheeks

I am not the feelings you express

But those you try hard to suppress

I am the penny you save from the beggar

Not the thousands you spend

I am the dead in your battle for supremacy

Not your after lived glory of your legacy

I am the tears in your murdered foe's kin

Not the smile of victory on your face and your friends

I am not in me but in you

I am The Forgotten in your deeds and your sins

It’s me all the way till eternity

I am the so called (homeless) Humanity