Being Human

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I pass him on the street
A dying man
Twitching, swathed in his blood
A plaintive hand lifts in my direction
I ignore him and continue on my way
I’m being Human

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Now I am that man on the street
Twitching, swathed in my blood
People pass me by
I raise a plaintive hand for help
They ignore me
They are not to blame
They are being Human

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