goldenrule
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How hard is it to be a decent human being?
To have respect?
To do what’s right?
How hard is it to help a boy
Who’s dropped all his books on the ground?
Apparently it’s very hard.
People walk around as they laugh
as the others stand in alone as if a polygraph
test that the "others" takes blinks and beeps,
people not knowing how the "others" weeps
behind weak doors that hold back
Elation and delight fill the body
Confidence like a pungent fragrance
Alerting all those around
Suddenly,
The spider carrying doubt and fear arrives
Biting that same body
Spreading its toxic venom of lies
