Lesser Than

Grieve for the widow

Cry for the child

Weep for the mother

The Lesser Than

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Mourn for the victims

Of missiles and bombs

Wail for the wounded

Battered and Torn

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But my thoughts resist

They’re not my kind

They’re not my religion

They’re not my tribe

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So why should I bother?

Why should I care?

About mere strangers

Lesser Than I?

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Yet deep down inside

I know it’s wrong

To harden my heart

To those in distress

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Compassion can not be 

Confined or denied

Although we’re much different

We’re much more alike

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We’re made in God’s image

By his own hand

No human on earth

Can be Lesser Than