Spark of Compassion
I don't believe that a security officer
can shoot a crowd of demonstrators
without batting an eyelid behind
his protective helmet.
I don't believe that a doctor
can switch off the oxygen machine
of a person in a coma,
without shedding a tear deep
within his white coat.
It is said in history that the one
who dropped atomic bombs in Japan
become irrational at one moment,
seeing houses and bridges
melting like wax in the fire.
Perpetrators of the 1994 Rwanda
genocide still wallow in guilt,
remembering how they cut innocent
women and children with machetes.
No matter what kind of brave face we put,
or heartless, cold eyes we show,
a spark of compassion will always betray
our pretense and expose our humanity.
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