So It Is Not Just Me After All

We persecute

Punish ourselves

Then accept whatever sentence

Handed down to us

For merely showing human kindness

Which we equate to weakness

Knowing also full well 

We have absolutely no 

And there is no form

Of appeal

Or salvation 

For those of us amongst us who

Try and care 

Yet it never seems to get us anywhere

But in the dock 

Standing accused
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