Your voices in pain
Your language inane
Your message insane
We can hear you calling from the deep,
Edges of society, where
Broken dreams and shattered memories.
Find easy passage unto me ,and
I can not ignore it's calling.
But hear its words repeated again,and
Again, Even if I find these people apalling.
I Must learn to understand , because
Even pure souls sometimes are embedded in the bedrock.
But I can not extend to them my hand , for
I myself must be drawn in.
I cannot ignore the echoes of the calling, yet
I have done so again and again.
To my personal unsettlement , I
Find myself helping them at my own cost.
And was I to be expecting , then
A favor in return
I would have come to learn the greed,of
The edges of our world.
