we foolishly believe
justice, vengeance
our only reprieve.
Security behind closed
doors, lack of
understanding/disrespectful
words, actions an answer
to those in need.
Selfless acts of pure
intent, compassion,
kindness gifted trinkets;
for hearts to mend.
Inner and outer wars
ravage mind, body
and soul; for better
or worse is it
not decreed in a
world torn apart
by hatred and greed..
Is it better to give
than receive
the bountiful treasures, we oft ignore?
A beggar, a child
whatever the score.
For TEARS IN HEAVEN
there’d always be
the divisions created
in our society.
©️PSA 13/10/19.
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