Selective Empathy Cannot be Our Answer
With ease I condemn historic injustice—
a predetermined answer is dutifully recited
With ease I mourn suffering bodies—
though my grief is granted conditionally
its depth determined by the colour of skin
With ease I say and feel the 'right' things—
but once the dust settles
(figuratively, literally)
the world continues on,
unchanged
Selective Empathy Cannot be Our Answer
With ease I condemn historic injustice—
a predetermined answer is dutifully recited
With ease I mourn suffering bodies—
though my grief is granted conditionally
its depth determined by the colour of skin
With ease I say and feel the 'right' things—
but once the dust settles
(figuratively, literally)
the world continues on,
unchanged