The girl who sees the people cry

Can’t help but stop and ask them why

And then she wants to dry their eyes

Dilemma,

The boy who sees the poor mistreated

Who wanders in situations repeated 

And he longs to help, but is defeated

Dilemma.

The people who say they know truth

But speak a lie and show other fruit

It would be better if they were mute

Dilemma!

The girl who knows another tale

Won’t mean a thing if she hides the nail

Be it myth or just a ship that sailed 

Dilemma…

To you, the job you have is the same

To spread the truth, to share a name

To help the poor, the broke, the lame

Dilemma?

©️2023 Marsha L. Brown