The Choice Poem by Hannington Mumo

The Choice



Humans have the choice
To perish alone or raise their voice,
And perhaps find a willing brother
To whom this cry may be a bother.

And their help may thus tender
To alleviate his suffering from this woe;
For even the worst offender
May win the amnesty of his foe.

Mortals, we have so divine a choice;
We can cry at will, or as well rejoice.

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