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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