Dumb little poem

I sit

Staring at a leaf

As the world’s news

The world’s circumstances

Unfold me

How has this guilt come?

The power over the powerless

Who’s mind is free?

What action is before me?

Am I wrong in so doing?

Staring at a leaf

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