Selective Illness Poem by Christine Errett

The greatest sorrow found in life is neither war nor hunger
It does not lie in beaten hands or those of the oppressor
It does not follow death or pain, though its dwelling can be near it
It can be found in many homes, though its residence is elsewhere

No, the greatest tragedy cannot be genocide or prejudice
Or lie with the imprisoned
Yes, the greatest crime to human kind
Lies in those who o'r look all this