Beautiful poetry and thought to live up to on Nida’s blog.
Pity. sympathy. Empathy.
A difference as frail as a dandelion, as sturdy as a mountain.
A difference that if understood, can change the world.
Don’t pity the downtrodden
But pity the anarchists
For they are headed for a senseless abyss
Don’t pity the mentally challenged,
But sympathize with the humanely challenged,
For they have an illness beyond cure
Don’t sympathize with people on the loss of their riches,
But pity their enslaved lives
Empathize with the fallen, walk a second in their shoes
Feel their blisters on the soles of your feet
And weep their tears through your eyes
Then you will stand up for them, shout for them
Then you will change their worlds
Don’t sympathize when you can empathize
Don’t pity when you can show sympathy
Don’t trample on feelings because you can’t tell the simple difference
Pity. Sympathy. Empathy.
A difference as frail as a dandelion, as…
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