If I could change things,
Rid the world of hate
I’d do what I could.
Give my own life
If it meant the world
Would be a safe place.
I know it doesn’t work that wayI know – I wish it did—wish there was
An answer so near at hand. But giving
My life would be in vane. So is giving upLittle bits of myself to these tragedies. I pray—
that too, may be useless, but I feel better.
I speak up for injustices around me, speak against
Hate words I hear—that helps, but maybe just me.
I am sure that self-torment of life’s injusticesDon’t help the maligned, hated, or murdered
Ones. I shed tears, I vote, I stick up for the rights
Of people everywhere, I love those near me,
And I constantly try to clean out my own house.
That’s all. That’s what I can give and remain sane.