No To Help Is A No To Life

Though they had something, How could they admit they had nothing ? Its difficult to lend a hand, As for them helping is hard to understand, In a world that despise help over choice, Lives a mankind deprived of poise, Someone could defend the right to not help, But how long would they stand to see a world entangled within a prideful kelp ? This is not the result of a choice for its hate, Which acts as the magnet attracting fate, Only to plunge a moral world into distaste, Dried of compassion thus a landfill of waste, We must live in a world where helping is not risky, As its the obligation which we must fulfill to prevent a world from turning murky, A single no could devastate a thousand lives, Indeed, that tongue may try but will never rise, The hesitation to help proves a soul ruled by shameless pride, Who will soon realize its too late to ascend from the incoming tragic tide, As consequence will scold the mosquitoes to confide, So that while reminiscing their schadenfreude they may regret what they couldn't provide.