We shall all shine forth
And the greater good will be our sacrafice
Our ultimate destiny will be the hell we are creating
We have sewn our lives with the threads of compassion
Yet the stitches of our souls are ripping
Ripping so perfectly in one direction
The seems are visible
If we only had but one needle
A needle of hope and kindness
A needle to fix the stiches we are breaking
With every string we pull
Lives continue to fall apart
With that one needle we could fix it
We could make it work and clean it up
Every life has rips and tears
But most if not all are reparable
But we are not a quilt
We are nothing more than blankets
Occasionally working together and forever falling apart
Please tell me what you think
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Great poem
AlienBOb good work!
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I disagree
All that self-sacrafice does is provide short lived (if any) good for someone else, and the eventual destruction of onesself. There are ways to make the world better while one is living only to benifit themself; one just has to be trying to make the world better for theirself.
Who is John Galt?
- Ali I.
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Our goal shouldnt be to make the world better just for ourselves. The point here is that the goal should be to make the world better for everyone by sacrificing our own need for others. Very few people actually do this. The world is self centered and everyone is out for themselves.
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