Hearts break that why's a question
As though every single haunting cry
Is another misdirection.
Why do we need a reason
to heal
to feel
to steal
light back from where heartache hid it.
A reason for prayer
to care
to share
some small fragment of our souls.
Why is need not enough
Why is our conscience so tough
That only catastrophe can reach it?
What if these leprosy hands
Didn't have to beg "understand"
As they blister and peel?
What if mercy was real
What if to heal
Was reason enough?
What if to give mattered more
Than whatever the score
Of this us versus them
That we're playing to win
When the winner has more than enough
And the prize is consuming more stuff?
What if needing a reason is reason enough
To ask empty hands
If we're already damned
If we need to look for a reason.
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