At Its Worst
the tormenting doesnt stop,
the pain never leaves,
the feeling of being different,
at its worst.
discomfort in every place,
nasty and unforgiving words.
having knowledge but not knowing,
at its worst.
cruelty builds on hatred,
proof of passion dying,
intentions on hurting the most,
at its worst.
we all see it,
we've all done it,
we understand what's going on,
yet we do nothing.
continuing on our ways,
just stopping to watch,
a wince of past pain,
yet we do nothing.
we say it's wrong.
the never-ending intolerable suffering,
always wanting it to leave,
yet we do nothing.
atleast say a word,
atleast feel common sympathy,
put your foot down,
take a stand.
you would want the same to be done for you.
This poem was written by Genevieve Campbell on May 07, 2007.
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Very thought provoking. I like it.
thanks. =]