Compassion Poem by Josey Alfred

We may seek help from you, in life
Only few may help those in grief.
The rest ignore all cries for help
​​But all just wait expecting help!
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You are, just like the shining sun!
​​Sustain the fields with ample grain.
​​You are just like the soothing moon,
​Who cast solace soothing our pains!

You dwell in flowery med's of May!
And sing like larks and brooks, each day,
And sooth the pain, with words of love!
​And give comfort to, all with love.
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You dwell in them, who pay true heed!
To trodden men, who meekly yield!
And drag on with hard labor, bleeds!
To meet their modest, daily bare, needs.
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You take such loving care of them,
Those old and weak who, wait for alms,
To lodge in safe a place, till end!
To rest a while, till deaths descends.