A QUESTION OF COMPASSION

A QUESTION OF COMPASSION

A Poem by Eddie Phillips

  

Am I delusional to believe in the kindness of man? 
Am
I compassionate idiot because I think people should understand?  
Why
is it wrong to show humanity? Why is it wrong to care
We live in a world of vicious miscreants that only worship despair.  
All
I want is a little help, not a simple handout or a free ride.  
All
I want is my brother to say, "I am here and you can survive!"
Instead
, people slam me as a nothing. I am a bundle of crap.
It
seems the rich keep getting richer while the poor stay under attack!
I grow tired of the social punishment; I long to see the best in man.  
I am bewildered and befuddled because it seems no one really understands
Maybe
I am just an idiot! Maybe compassion and love are dead?
Maybe
we are too far gone to care about the hungry mouths not being fed.
It
is hard, but I won't lose my faith; I will hold out for a change in man.
One day he will again see me as his brother and lend a hand to help me stand.

© 2014 Eddie Phillips




© 2014 Eddie Phillips


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Eddie Phillips
Eddie Phillips

Denver, CO



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Writer, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..

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