Early Works - For Kindness Must Survive

With majestic of old,
the fire of the city
with sadness of the suburbs
and sorrow of poverty
I walk in the blindness of the quiet
with mute expression
that reflects misgiving.

With the world in darkest despair
I breathe in smoke filled air
then against a background of black,
I slowly fight the fantasy for fact,
but the battle is a long one
with sorrow on either side
and until it’s won, I must hide.

There seems no room
for the good only bad
but I must fight
for kindness must survive
and bad destroyed
for good must stay alive
it must be that way to survive.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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