i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i’ve been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,
tho i am a victim of its hand.
i cannot heal the environment,
that i’ve been a part of killing.
i cannot fill the cup of the lonely,
tho i’ve drunk from it often.
i cannot free the political prisoners,
that my apathy put in chains.
i cannot change the path of despair,
on which i walk, numb and faceless….
i cannot… or can i?