THE WOUNDED

  The way we are essentially designed
  Is to regard all others as one kind,
  The same as you and I, all equally
  Deserving of concern and amity,
  And yet to recognize how damaged are
  So many bearing tribulation’s scar
  And hence defensive, hasty to protect
  Themselves from those who show them no respect.
  Because they’re filled with misery, fear and doubt,
  It’s understandable if they lash out,
  Even mistaking what we mean as kind
  For something else, maliciously inclined.
       To treat them gently, wearing a kid glove
       Is what they need, a show of kindly love.

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