Illusive Kindness

Illusive Kindness

Why is kindness so illusive

Why is it so exclusive

My heart burns for the family of man

Separated by so little

Bonded by so much

All men want Love

All see life and children as blessings

Everywhere, food and drink and dance and art are celebrated

All want shelter and warmth

But the Heart of Cain says

There is not enough for all

So men must also love

Rocks and kicks and bayonets and

canon and bombs
I must have therefore you must fall

Able's blood is screaming through

The fallen soldier in mud and sailor sunk at sea

Many will say,

It is written

So let it be done

If that be the case 

Then the devil has won 

I say, fill all the bellies we can

The warmth of food

Heals the body and the mind of man

It heals the minds of those 

Who have had to fight for scraps

That burn in hot sun

Feeze in winters chill

Who risk life and breath 

On open Mediterranean or Haitian Sea

Who hope for better days

In a world full of refugee camps

Kindness is only illusive 

If it is illusive in me

Kindness is only exclusive 

If it is exclusive in me

So I will quench 

The darts of racism 

Aimed at my soul

I will demolish every 

Pretense that separates me 

From my neighbor 

I will believe that kindness

Is contagious and 

Will be caught by those 

Who see kindness 

At work in me