Suffering is not increased by numbers: one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel
—Thomas Fowler
You can take an anvil
And drop it on my face
Feed me to the rodents
Till I’m gone without a trace
Tie me to an anthill
Drop me from the sky
Just don’t hurt the ones I love
Or make my baby cry
I know I can contain
The borders of my pain
A million shocks and aches
Won’t make me complain
Tie me to an anthill
Drop me from the sky
Just don’t hurt the ones I love
Or make my baby cry
Love gives it meaning
The hurt that we all feel
The pain we have for others
Makes existence real
Tie me to an anthill
Drop me from the sky
Just don’t hurt the ones I love
Or make my baby cry
by Richard W. Bray
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