Benevolence
It's awesome when
you still love your mother
for
hitting you.
Or still love your father
for
leaving .
Holding a sibling when they cry
so they can't
see you too.
It's awesome when
a poor person gives
all they have
to the
homeless man
on the street,
or when a boy gives
a girl flowers even
though she said no.
When the sun rises in the
east and sets to
the west,
and the earth makes
its final revolution,
starting over.
That's when things are awesome.
When things get bad
and we choose to keep going.
because
death is not
that awesome
This poem is about:
Our world
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