Poem-

Without the ability to feel,
to understand the foot
of another, their pangs fall short
of the Institute of Empathy.

And with their wickedness they prosper,
and with their roots they grow,
searching, and locating the souls
of the slipped, and onward, and lower
they fall.

Oppression is their sudden spasm.

-M. Taggart

 

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