I found it lying…on the street today
Bruised and bloodied, the spark of life fading
How many just passed by…I cannot say
Gross indifference…‘tis not abating
Stopping I held its forlorn dying head
Applied water to parched lips…a last drink
What once had flourished…now on roadside dead
As its last breath wheezed…I began to think
How had we become…so cold…so callous
So self-aggrandizing…blinded by greed
Hath the fragrance of roses…changed to malice?
Sitting idly by…as humankind bleeds
I speak, of course, the death of compassion
Language it spoke…clearly out of fashion
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