In shadows cast,
a stark divide,
‘Tween victim’s pain
and abuser’s stride.
The wounded heart knows
right from wrong,
While the hand that strikes,
it marches on.
Irony weaves its
twisted thread,
As sympathy for
the harsh is spread.
The one who’s hurt,
alone they stand,
As many flock to
the oppressor’s hand.
Dictators and abusers,
they find a shield,
Their thoughts and feelings
tightly sealed.
While victims and
the wounded cry,
Injustice reigns,
they wonder why.
From personal realms
to politics wide,
This paradox persists,
a bitter tide.
Righteous voices must
break the trend,
For empathy to heal,
let compassion mend.