Sympathy

I watch you

with tears in your eyes,

trying to hold back sobs.

Your eyes, red, puffy from crying, and

your clothes dirty, and torn.

Filthy, small gray feet walk along.

Perhaps just five years old.

A tall man drags you along by the arm.

You're resisting, but it's no use.

Tears slide down your sweet face.

He’s shouting at you, “Don’t cry!”

Your’e helpless,

So you obey.

As I just sit there,

I can feel your pain.

I know that you’re hurting,

and as you hurry along,

turn around,

your eyes meet mine.

I nod my head, understandingly.

Look deeply into your young blue eyes,

and a grateful smile spreads over your innocent face.

 

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