The Kind Man

In the shadows where the heartbeat hums,
A man bears the weight of history's drums.
Born into a violent symphony's embrace,
His journey echoes in a gritty novel's grace.

His back, a canvas of a world unkind,
A load heavier than the weights that bind.
Yet, in his chest, a heart tender and rare,
A contrast to hands, gravel-worn and bare.

Life sculpted him from hands of grime,
Yet failed to tarnish the core sublime.
Pain and violence, steadfast companions known,
Yet, his spirit seeks kindness's gentle tone.

A silent warrior on his existence's field,
Seeking solace where compassion is revealed.
His tale, an intricate mosaic spun,
Battles fought, scars earned, under the sun.

In a world that won't yield, he seeks equity,
A dance with compromise, a futile legacy.
He deserves comfort, warmth in the night,
Yet, more than anything, order and peace in his fight.