Is it possible to not know something but feel it?
Can man really make love, but not give it?
Who are we to take but not cherish?
To reap but not share it.
The paths that we've sown,
We'll walk alone.
For a selfish man, cannot feed his own
And when the hungry aren't fed, they'll move on.
A soul is a keeper,
For the life of the weaker;
In the dark it will seek her,
And triumph the sins that eat her.
For even when alone we're together
Like birds of a flock and a feather.
Regardless of the end, the time, the weather,
Empathy is for sundry complexions of hide and leather....

Written: Arlana Panduleni Shikongo