Without Compassion I am Nothing
Without compassion I am nothing.
For pity is not compassion,
It is no more than a patronising aloofness
That demeans the recipient.
But compassion encourages action.
Without compassion I am nothing, yet
Without anger I have one hand tied behind my back.
I must not lose my sense of indignation
At injustice, for without anger,
Nothing will be changed.
Without compassion I am nothing,
Yet without wisdom my anger will be directionless,
Blindly striking out to hurt both enemy and friend.
And doing more damage than any original wound.
I am nothing.