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Charity
by Maria Terezia FerenczIn truth there is no such thing as charity
We feed the hungry
in the hopes that we should never be hungry ourselves
We feel sorrow at another's loss
in the hopes that we do not lose one ourselves
We feel pity
in the hopes that the same does not happen to us
Truly the tragedy of man is that we are always concerned with the self
but we are taught to hide it
in the costume of kindness
The pain you feel in your chest when witnessing another's sorrow
is just terror that you may be next on the list
What we fail to realize is each and every single one of us is always next,
it is as inescapable as death. 01/02/2004 Author's Note: Just a thought
Posted on 04/20/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/20/05 at 04:26 PM ...maria, okay, okay, you done it now...this is so refreshing...you capsule in a few words what i've thought all along and you do it with grace...i swear i've had some of the same thoughts [so, we're as smart as each other,;')...i do love this because really the only bad thing you did was place us allll in the proper catch-pen[big grin], maria...taaa-daaaa!!! good and wonderfully right-on poetics...really glad to have read this one...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 04/20/05 at 07:55 PM This poem falls well outside the comfort zone - it makes one think, which is one of the many purposes of poetry. Thanks for posting this. |
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