selective kindness…

selective kindness

when the misery
we see
is in eyes
that look
like
ours
our hearts
open up
and
we hear
there
but
for the grace of
that’s
when we
offer up
a small portion
of
self-pity
to another
such
self-centered behavior
no doubt
feels
good for a while
but
like
a child’s
out of sight
out
of mind
stage of development
the misery
is soon
forgotten

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people
burned alive
then
hung from trees
no compassionate
words heard
just
mumbled words
that’d learn yah
children
murdered on the street
by those
charged to protect
no
compassionate
words heard
just spiteful hisses
that’d
learn yah
children left
at the border
orphaned
by
procedures
dying of desperation
no compassionate words heard
just a lullaby dirge
that’d learn yah
that’d learn yah
oh but when
antivaxxers pleaded
for hospital beds
denying others
critical healthcare
we’re told
to show
moral compassion
a nation
practicing
selective compassion
perhaps we should say
that’d learn yah

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surely
had the poet
found
the right words
people
would have listened
or
read the words
upon
the page
and
rose up
from
complacency
to feed
a
starving child
or
to shelter
a
fragile soul
from
life’s storms
those
poetic words
that
would give
hearing
to
the deaf
and
sight
to
the blind
surely
had the poet
found
the
right
words
the
right
incantation
dead emotions
would
be
alive
for surely
no
human
could ignore
and
deny
such
basic
needs
of
others
to
exist

 

ain’t no big thing but it’s something…

 

i should have been
surprised
but
wasn’t
when
i saw
the brown bag prophet
folding
christmas cards
into
paper airplanes
for
some reason
i
suspected
that would be
representative
of
his attitude
towards
such
a commercial
holiday
what surprised me
was
that
he was singing
christmas carols
as
he folded
so
i was once again
compelled
to
ask
what he was doing
and
why
the prophet said
i’m making
you’re loved cards
to
send over
the wall
of
hate and ignorance
at
the border
they’re
for
all souls
women
men
parents and children
who’ve been
brutalized
raped
then
demonized
for
political reasons
by
the soulless
so
i sat down
with
the prophet
and
began
folding

 

please continue…

please continue

there’s no need
for you
to stop the feast
because
a child
is dying
yes
do continue
with your meal
you
can’t save
the world
nor
change
the ravages
of war
please
by all means
continue
and
have another
gently stirred
martini
it has
a
numbing
effect
on
the soul

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carefully
placed lies
on the edge
of
your reality
keep
your sanity
intact
but
leave you
balanced
between
heaven
and
hell
a no man’s land
for the soul
where
even the slightest
display of kindness
may result
in
unexpected
consequences
so
you’ve decided
it’s best not
to show
you care
staring
past
the starving children
on the street
while
eying
a new
ipod

moment of peril…

when the well
of mercy
runs dry
and the last
tears of compassion
are shed
what is left
rusty deposits
of human souls
or sodom and gomorrah’s
pillars of salt