Can You? - Poem by James Tipp
Can you stand where another has stood?
Can you stand in another mans shoes?
Can you feel the happiness that he feels?
Can you fell his joys and his blues?
Could you flinch when someone called you a wog
Could you feel his anger and shame?
Could you clear your mind of the cobwebs and fog
That have slowly clogged you brain.
Could you feel for the wino or meths man?
Who smell so terrible bad
Could you feel as the meths drives him out of his mind
Could you feel as he slowly goes mad?
Could you feel for the rich man surrounded by Gold?
And everyone jumps to do as they’re told
Can you feel as he sits with his little black phone
High in his castle yet so alone.
Can you feel for the murderer in his cell locked away?
Seeing only a few faces each single day
Can you feel for the man society hates?
Even in prison he has no mates.
Could you feel for the old man chopping his wood
Can you feel as he lights his fire?
Can you feel as he has his one meal a day?
Just waiting for life to expire.
Can you feel for the baby starving alone?
Can you feel every tissue see every bone?
When you give your donation do you feel nice?
That you gave that thing a small bowl of rice
Only one person could love all of us
Never a murmur never a cuss
Never a murmur nailed to the wood
He answers these questions with a simple
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