When I hear of such horrid things -
As hatred with its bitter stings
Or cruelty, vile and without reason
And greed and theft, even in this season -
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I wrestle greatly with my thoughts
For most don’t go before the courts
Yet justice will come; such people will be
Judged and punished eventually.
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But I do get angry, upset and mad
For those who are abused or used, or sad
Often they’re rejected, have no voice
These ones are bereft, without a choice.
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Why strike at weaker ones who can’t defend
Can’t respond, and will never mend
From acts of bullying, terror, or spite?
Their lives are just one dreadful blight.
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Neglected animals too, with love never offered
Are left to starve, no care ever proffered
Such issues as these cause me to feel
Angry inside, with such distress I can’t deal.
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Helpless I feel, too small and too weak
To make a difference, yet I must speak,
Stand up for right, even if I’m alone -
And take on the bullies, not sit back and moan.
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