I’m tired.
Of all the people who can’t seem to grasp
The concept of compassion
Of all the people’s whose walls are built so high up
That only Alexander the Great could conquer them
Of all the people who stand and cheer
When someone is getting hurt
I’m sick.
Of all the people who give the last shove
To someone ready to jump
Of all the people who destroy someone’s arms
Through the way they choose to act
Of all the people who see what’s wrong
But refuse to act
I’m not done.
With reaching out a hand
To those asking for help
With having a voice
For those who cannot speak
With using my words and rarely my fists
To resolve an issue.
oAconite Community Member 
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