Sometimes I think
The cost is too great,
Then other times ponder-
To diminish is to hate.
All I know is I don't know,
What makes the world go round.
Things I'd rather not be aware of,
Get pushed on me, pound by pound.
The ostrich manuever is kaput,
Running away loses a win.
Ignoring or hating may burn less fat,
Yet the burden of truth trumps again.
What value should be placed,
On charred remnants, disgraced?
Waging war is rewarded with death,
Empathy, it has to be even paced.
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