A Choice
We are not a city on a hill
We are the saved among the slums
Is it our purpose to sit and fill
Or should we walk amongst
those who seem done?
White washed and clean
Why does it seem
We set ourselves higher
Without even to mean?
Yet, we do
The dirty and the downtrodden
And all their residue
Seems to turn our heads
But weren’t we called
to rise up instead?
And show that with
A voice, a touch, a deed
There is more out there
than their needs
Yet, we defend our stance
In boxes and principalities
While those who truly need us
sit and weep
Or more than that,
they boil with an anger deep
Why do we separate
When we were taught
Not to hate
Not to fear
Not to turn our heads
Not to let money, capitalism, greed
be our voice?
What is your choice?
12/16/25
clc
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