Yes
I could see the courage in your heart
determined to re-set right
the patterns of energetic
enslaved structures
of cultural rape and en-blindment
Yes
I could see your magical wonder
tripping between systems of power and ignorant religions
Your purpose mass-directed
by aching support of Other Side Sacrificed heroes
And yet you still failed to see within
your inability to hear the infinite pain
of that terrible oppression of people
threatened and locked away --
this is the pain, my dear, that comes before
the soul is squeezed out to her freedom
If you couldn't bare to hear the ugly yelp from me
then how could you claim to part of the compassionate master's company?
is it too dark and gruelling for you to bare?
or do I add to a scare of what you don't dare
to see of the Truth of our Nature,
lost in Fear that is real for most of us out here
the ones without Love's defenders and protectors
You couldn't dare to see the tears flowing from my face
because of the helplessness I felt
of the torture of people misunderstood
Yes, you're doing something about it
but so are my tears, Superhero
and often times this is what saves the world:
small acts of quiet, whimpering understanding.
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