I observe the world through tear-filled eyes
As deceitful bounders don their disguise,
Pretending to care for the down-trodden,
Their pledge of compassion, soon forgotten
Why am I compelled to answer the cry
Of the hopeless whose lives have gone awry,
Marooned on Life's sea, left with but one oar,
Why am I compelled to pull them ashore?
It pains me to hurt any living thing -
Rather than kill a bee, I'd let it sting;
In my heart I know this is who I am - -
The martyr, the sacrificial lamb
Can this be choice? the instinct is so strong!
I'm too keenly aware of right and wrong;
I can't help but choose to do the right thing,
And this behavior has me wondering......
Kids who tear wings off of butterflies - -
Is this a behavior they can revise?
Is this really free will, or do you suppose
Just inherent traits that we can't oppose?
I can't help but think choice is preordained,
At birth, some dark souls with evil are stained,
While others carry their cross up the hill;
Do we choose..... do we really have free will?
This is a great phiosophical poem having touching expression and impressive collocation. The last stanza's last line reveals great message through question tag. Thank you dear sir for poating this gem with us. Full vote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think its sort of both. Always a pleasure to read your poems :)