Compassion Fatigue
A tiny shack; a woman lies and dies of AIDS,
while seven children watch and wait.
A patch of dessicated earth;
a man attends his only cow
and watches cloudless skies.
Orphaned children on the street
in makeshift shelters, dressed in rags;
lacklustre eyes have ceased to watch.
I watch.
I watch with breaking heart
and weep.
Compassion fatigue?
Says who?