On her shoulder I stand
Un a where that I’m, there
Watching over those who dare
Intervene; maybe not?
Should I? Shouldn’t I?
Do I stop?
Do I care? Do I not?
Pain and hurt for those that plot
To use the heart that sits so bold.
When will it stop for those who care?
That little man decides who will share.
Mark Beard
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