(Poem) Comfort


What is Grace that we should abide such a thing

Should I soothe and comfort those I do not know

I give you my reassurance that I will never bow

Who has brought cheer to me as I am sick and cold

Others I can not support nor can I waste time to help

Affliction grows each day as the world falls apart

Do you feel relief as the hate just grows and grows

A state of ease is just one less stripe upon my back

Who really give a damn or assist the weak and poor 

Miss one day of work the Wolf will steal your door

Love is something that is so seldom ever spread

Is there not wars and strife in every single family

Who can show love with stripes upon their back

Back in time there was such a one that I heard of

But, is there really any Grace for such a one as I

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