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Compassion
You stand there with
The arrogance of youth
Protesting in support of
Your version of the truth:
You call me baby killer
And vilify my name
But I wear my uniform
Without any shame,
And remember my friend
The fact that you are free
Was bought with the lives
Of people like me.
So I’ll try to step around you
If you’ll kindly let me by
And I won’t engage you
With your reasons why
You treat me with
Such a bad attitude
Nor show any signs
Of any thanks or gratitude.
I chose my way
Voluntarily made my choice
So people like your can
Freely exercise your voice.
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Compassion.
Compassion.