What Is Compassion Poem by Melanie Emikohe

What Is Compassion

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A fly met its death in my coffee.
I got no remorse.
What is compassion, I ask...
I once played tag with a rat
and it fell in a waterful pail
worked its way up to nowhere!
I watched fear of death.
I've murdered a lot of them.
Coldblooded.
But this one, this little one...
I poured it out.
I walked away.
What is compassion, I ask...

Tuesday, July 24, 2018
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Ruta Mohapatra 24 July 2018

A very pertinent question. A very intelligent question. Sometimes we can not explain our actions and it varies over time and place. Well written!

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Melanie Emiko 24 July 2018

I agree Ruta. Thanks. 😊

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