At the times

and in the places

where I don’t

want to be,

outside the comforts

and familiarities,

I go

for the sake of the other.

 

In the thick smoke

of dissension

and turmoil

I stand

and hold myself still

for the sake of dignity,

and as a reservoir of peace.

 

In the stench

of human misery

and sickness,

in the fading

eyes of death,

I see the need

and serve the

human front

of oppression.

 

I am many,

I am one,

and I do it

for compassion;

I do it

willingly,

I do it reluctantly,

for the sake of all.

 

27/3/2016