I got shot today.
By a man without a gun.
I got shot today.
By a man without a home.
I got shot today.
By a man missing a tooth.
I got shot today.
By a man who just wanted food.
I got shot today.
By a man who smiled, even when ignored.
I was killed today.
Because I didn't do a thing.
I coulda.
I shoulda.
I woulda.
But I didn't.
Tell me,
Where did compassion go?
Has love walked out the door?
I think not!
Because it tore me apart.
And I feel dirty.
And broken.
Friday, October 2, 2009
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