Lesser Than

Grieve for the widow

Cry for the child

Weep for the mothers

In a war-torn land

–

Mourn for the victims

Of missiles and bombs

Pity the wounded

Battered and Torn

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But wait — my mind protests

They’re not my kind

They’re not my religion

They’re not my tribe

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Why should I bother?

Why should I care?

About such strangers

Much lesser than

–

But deep down inside

I know it is wrong

To turn my back

On those in distress

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Compassion should 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

Is lesser than

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