Victim Poem by Mary Champion

You are blind to the hurt
In the heart of those souls without love.
As you chatter away,
Can't you see what you say
Makes them ache for the things
They dream hopelessly of?
Like an innocent child with a toy
You proclaim your victorious joy.
And those sad, lonely souls hide their tears
As you stir up their half-suppressed fears.

While they're lying and crying
For someone to bring love some day,
You describe all the pleasures
That fortune has showered your way.
And your blithe words will cut home like knives
In the heart of those souls whose grey lives
Haven't ever shared love like you've known,
And who dream all their dreams on their own.

There's no malice in how you behave,
As you flaunt all the gifts that they crave.
But the wounds you inflame will not heal
Until you understand how they feel.
Be aware of that bitter green eye
That awakes when a soul starts to cry.
For your happiness highlights their pain
And it's that made a killer of Cain.