indifference is the seed of death
we may cut off our own hand
to escape the handcuff or chain
which binds our hand
cut off our own foot
to escape the leg iron
grip of trap steal death
cutting into our ankle
but we cannot cut
out our beating heart
with indifference
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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