Benevolence

It's awesome when

 

you still love your mother

for

hitting you.

 

Or still love your father

for

leaving .

 

Holding a sibling when they cry

so they can't

see you too.

 

It's awesome when

a poor person gives

all they have

to the

homeless man

on the street,

 

or when a boy gives

a girl flowers even

though she said no.

 

When the sun rises in the

east and sets to

the west,

 

and the earth makes

its final revolution,

starting over.

 

That's when things are awesome.

 

When things get bad

and we choose to keep going.

 

because

death is not

that awesome 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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