The Seed Of Death Grows Where? Poem by Terence George Craddock

indifference is the seed of death
we may cut off our own hand
to escape the chain which binds our hand

cut off our own foot
to escape the iron grip
of the trap cutting into our leg

but we cannot cut out our heart with indifference

indifference withers rots
the soul in the blood of innocence
not cleansed in the heart

of divine compassion
empathy given
in the salve of action

to aid heal provide for the afflicted


Copyright © Terence George Craddock