If I, in thought,
felt not her very sorrow,
then I, in being,
am not very much a man.
If I, in jest,
made light of her plight,
then I, in the light,
am darker than the night.
If I, in belief,
see her as less than I,
then I, in truth,
am immeasurably less than she.
If I, in verse,
did not address her horror,
then I, in truth,
must never speak again.
If I, in thought,
felt not her very sorrow,
then I, in being,
do not deserve tomorrow.
Inspired by the current scenes that I can’t unsee and those first two lines, which are from Act 4, scene 4 of Two Gentlemen of Verona. No, I won’t illustrate this piece. You know what I mean.
A Thing for Words 
Joseph, would you mind if I re-blog this?
Sure, Pat. Go ahead. Never expected anyone to care much about my own expression of disjointed (and poorly parsed) feelings.
Well, friend, your talent with words spoke my disjointed feelings. People who love justice and good are having a hard time comprehending how some people can be so mean spirited and lacking in social conscience. Please keep writing.
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Beautiful
Your poem does credit to those two powerful first lines.