Upon myself I take their sorrows.
A heart so burdened by the weight.
My pace grows slowed and labored
With knowledge of their destined fate.
I do not deign to say “I know”
For that is not my right to feel.
But of their lives,
So callous held
By others who would mock me real
For such concern
To seek from harm
The ones who cannot shout...
Alarm
Mercy's pleas are little heard
By callous, deafened, hardened crowd.
Yet in my saddened, heavy heart
Their silent cries ring clear and loud.
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