Just Concur With Your Makeup
What about heart-rending?
Does it kill?
How many have died so far?
Who are those?
It is not going to be permanent
It is just a rent not rend
Who benefits more by the way?
Tenant, landlord?
Or both?
How does it feel to be heartless?
Do you even know?
You can’t, but your victims do
Heartlessness kills
Yes, it does
Nobody can function without a heart
Be it natural or artificial, it is vital
A heartless body is dead
Many souls are dead
Many are even dead to themselves
They cannot even rent their hearts to themselves
How can they do to neighbors then?
You will see them everywhere
Walk hopelessly
Even talk senselessly
Thinking that they are doing it to THEM
But little do they know it is done to them
Believe it or not
These are self-murders
They kill themselves before killing others
Burying their heads under the sand,
Ignoring the reality
But why?
They have lost themselves,
Maybe even their names
Only brave ones face reality
Courageous men strive for good
Living soul fight for goodness
You will see them fleeing from injustice
Always trying to do right
You will find them fitting into bigger shoes,
They do not fear whatsoever, all they want is unity
These speak to hearts
Heart-warming is their focus
They tug at heartstrings
They make heartening news,
Preventing heart failures
They are hearty
Heartiest
Full of life!
Copyright © Ame Aron | Year Posted 2013
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