Give

I never want the thing itself,
but only what I think it can give me--
what I think I can get.

Wow

oh my Heart cries
for this desolate one,
who sees no one or no thing
but for "getting",

to ravish
and plunder

oh those delicate babies,
their skin so soft,
but a target

oh how very much compassion
this one calls for

walk softly
with this one

talk softly
with this one

this one in mortal danger
is out of his  mind
with fear

he needs
your love

he needs
your peace
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