You Do? You Don't.

You say you empathise, but do you?

     Do you sit huddled in a corner with your sister,

          as they drop bombs in your empty plates and

               plead the birds to sing, not wail as they burn?

You say you will bring change, but will you?

     Will you look the enemy in the eye and ask if

          they've collected enough blood to wash their sins

               for even their 'heavens' are reluctantly overflowing?

You say you’re here to help, but are you?

     Do you shelter the homeless up with your eyelashes,

          while picking up bricks of their broken dreams from a 

               pile of souls which have lost their will and their bodies?

You say you will guide their future, but will you?

     Will you give your shoes to the wounded little feet,

          and gently kiss their scars which are scared to heal, 

               for their skin likes to smell its own taste for some solace?

You say you care about your people, but you don't.

      The petty stories of sympathy you broadcast are shallow-

           just like the picture of 'humanity' you splatter on the face of

                those who are severed enough to believe your romantic lies.