Where is justice
when abuse runs wild?

Where is sympathy-
the kind that listens,
the kind that stays?

Where is compassion
when the wounded cry out
and no one dares to look their way?

It feels as if they’ve vanished,
right when we need them most.

All I see in the chaos
is indifference-
the quiet acceptance
that poisons hearts and halls alike.

Faces etched with anguish and hate
stare back at me,
mirrors of a world unraveling,
while abuse spreads like wildfire,
burning the bridges
that once held us together.

Where is justice
when abuse runs wild?

Where is sympathy-
the kind that listens,
the kind that stays?

Where is compassion
when the wounded cry out
and no one dares to look their way?

It feels as if they’ve vanished,
right when we need them most.

All I see in the chaos
is indifference-
the quiet acceptance
that poisons hearts and halls alike.

Faces etched with anguish and hate
stare back at me,
mirrors of a world unraveling,
while abuse spreads like wildfire,
burning the bridges
that once held us together.

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