Do we really love?
Truly love?
No conditions?
No moments of judgement
To condemn those who want,
Those who hunger,
Those who drown in booze,
Those who die in bliss?

Do we turn our eyes in horror
When the mad dogs run down their kill,
The abandoned victim split open
A pulse beating its last faint beats,
A dead thing washed ashore by the tides
Finally at peace in an open grave?
Do we feel it?

Do we mourn for those in the shadows
That will never again touch the sand
O jump the breaking waves?
Will we hear their dying voices crying in the wind?

Oh compassion, compassion, compassion
Where art Thou?