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Guilt of Being
When I'm riding my bike
and the load grows heavy
I think of a pile
of steele machete
I think of twisted bodies
and the rivers of blood
My load is lighter
I remember the cold
the hungry, the alone
and feel ashamed, I have it good
My blood for theirs
I would trade....
I swear I would
no matter how dark, how bad, how heavy... someone's always hurting worse. just by understanding this, you're helping to bear their loads... good poem, good insight. eric