|Human beings often confer to create and shoulder responsibility.
From busboys, to carpenters, to diplomats,
And to those all-encompassing bureaucrats and politicians,
Human beings converge to share, dictate, and espouse power.
However, the world is populated with misconceptions
And injustice against a very few,
Who allow those wrongs to make them feel alone and helpless.
They dawdle and dwindle at the hands of the many,
Unable to hope, paralyzed by fear and frustration,
Perhaps from a legacy which is not of their making,
Incensed by the ubiquity of the world’s lack of kindness.
They feel their lives and the love they give
Are truly meaningless and worthless,
And they wish it would all come to
A swift and liberating end.
But regard with care these singular perceptions –
Your lonesome confusion is inescapable –
And remember the wheels, greased with blood,
As they grind away the truth,
A system which holds the fate of all.
And a final word to the wise:
Lend a hand to your fellow woman or man,
And they will surely recognize you
For the gift that they have received.
© Copyright 2008 Tim Chiu (UN: mirtx at Writing.Com).
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