A poem titled "A Helper's Prayer." "Are you okay?" Let my last words be words of love. Let my last act be an act of love. Let me be brave enough to stare Hateful, angry cowards In their masked, soulless faces And still stretch out my hand to Help a stranger. "Are you okay?" If I should meet a violent end Let it be because they feared The peace I fought to build. And when the story hits the news Let me have lived a life Of such radical kindess That no lie can erase it. This is not okay. Let their cruelty be the last gasp Of a dying world we have outgrown. Let each time I show compassion Be a seed of revolution And let those seeds grow roots Every time I dare to ask, "Are you okay?"
Something I wrote while processing.