Compassion
Pumping blood cries of love
Heart felt screams
Dare to dream to be free
Kindness to be seen felt
Concerns’ poured out
Spilled words of hatred
Minorities’ color race poor
No defense locked away
First timers made example
Taken advantage of lost soul
Were is the fairness in our justice
Just as we try to make things right
No defending when the money
Is a huge concern to be paid
Were is the compassion in that
Money talks highly in our societies
Standing signs held up high
The voice of the people shot down
Only the big guns will be herd
So we gather in groups spreading out
The message of grater concern
Only to be locked behind what we
Believe to exist and they ignore
And hope to cover and go away
Compassion is a word not to many
Have now in our days
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