Broken folks need succor,
help to replace resilience sucked
from their beleaguered lives.
So inconvenient, too much to do,
for active caring.
Someone must (hey, government), pay
trained professionals to take these crazies,
make them right.
Professed love as judgment, tough and mean.
How dare you be burden, not my salvation?
Don’t you see how I suffer from their pain?