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