I look at all of life there is about me
With such disdain...I wonder if there be
An 'order' for the way the world is turning,
Or does a certain 'weight' descend on me.
I see the hunger...so intense...and tremble,
Observe inhuman acts...recoil in shame;
Attempting not to seek a good solution
I point my finger...saying who's to blame.
I look at all the misery around me....
With such disgust...I wonder if there be
A cure for all the ills from which we suffer....
Do cures exist for apathy...in ME?
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