May we never tire of lending hand
If so? Then try again
Become that thing called firebrand
One of many links in chain
There need not be a great disaster
Or soft pitiful pleading
No skill it takes to even master
Attend to someone’s needing
For if we indulge our worst impulse
To rate only our well-being
All come second to other’s first
What hungry beast we’re freeing
A dozen palms, each day upturned
Unearned a place at table
Instead, in ours, be taken up
And loved as best we’re able…
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