I do it

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


I do it reluctantly,

for the sake of all.