For those whom I approached in need
That would not stop to hear
Even each alike in seed
By birth rite those most near
And those who used my wounded head
To stand atop and preach
That seized the chance to judge instead
And twist tall tales to teach
They hid behind a guise of care
Proclaiming they were torn
Then led each ear they could ensnare
To join them in their scorn
And over time their fables grew
Like untrue stories will
They customized the facts they knew
Until they fit each bill
In time the details would reveal
The truth as plain as day
They simply said it wasn’t real
Then turned and walked away
Sweet mercy marches blindly on
Compassion knows no past
And human kindness never wrong
Finds grace among its cast
For virtues such as these are rare
And selfless are their deeds
Reserved for hearts that truly care
For others and their needs
– Rondym Kiefe