The faint sound of help
To a fearful cry.
A loud voice of apathy
That calms inside
It arouses naught but anger,
Naught but despair,
To see a fellow human
Cast aside without a care.
A broken arm? A shattered spine?
"Where will it stop?" I ask.
It's not okay, it's not alright,
To just let it pass.
It's not cool to walk away
OR be the cause of fear
It's not wise to stand aside
And exclaim, "Oh Dear!"
When will we rise to stand together,
Against the hate and harm?
Will our children solely grow
To count on shooting stars?
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