altruism
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Lit by the evening’s dying light,In our little town, by the cross-road,Gnarled fingers working his plightWas a cobbler of old.
He plied his trade from his ramshackle store,
Forget the blood lines that make our trees bright red
Forget the colors that highlight our lively skin
Brothers, sister, mothers and fathers
We are all something bigger, better and stronger
Yet…
I spent the year in recovery
No, not from a drug-filled accident
But instead by love-filled precedent,
idealiogical, heaven-sent
Empathy was my violation
Agape, Philia, Philia
Lifes not about what you stand to loose or gain
But
Who you stand for
Why you stand
What you stand for
Where you stand
And
How you stand.
Life is the sweet memories you make with others
Life isn't always treacherous
There is an essence of altruism in our biological disposition
There are people out there who have a vision,
To confront injustice and end human schisms,
