Immune, Immunized, Immunity

I see misery of others
Hear the cry of hunger, feel their pain
Smell their fears, sit by and watch
Mumble some words of sympathy
Grumble my distaste, for this sorry state
Then what who is to blame

Even if I know, how will it help
Each day the same scenes flash by
They become too familiar, and I turn aside
Clucking my tongue in sorrow

Feel that I feel for for them
But there is little I can do
Soon, too soon I weary of their hardship
Becomuing immune to their voices of pain

There is another side to me that nags
What if me or mine, were to suffer this way
What would I say, what would I do

Hard hearted people
Don't sit by, get up, get out
Tomorrow I will go, i will strike with them
Tomorrow is too late, Go today!
Monday, December 11, 2006

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