I have sensed;the depressing plus torturing.I have been awakened;by the welcoming plus charming. Amongst each community;that I have reached,Songs of peace echo in pretense;The unattended with none to tackle,Sense aimlessly around; to those using the sickle.I am traumatized. I see the handicapped;The heart inside me,Flip to and fro;Magma is poured into my mouth. On wheelchairs;They…