Harijan

On the road to Jerusalem
Voices cry "Unclean!"
Lepers, pariahs,
Bow to the law's decree.

A Traveler,
Seeing what none can see,
Offers impossible hope.
All are healed,
One made whole,
And that one a stranger,
A Samaritan.

On the road to my town
I fail to see
The broken, the abused,
Those made unworthy
By their misfortune.
I offer
Nothing.

Strangers all,
They continue to suffer,
Afflicted in ways
Visible and invisible,
Bending to my indifference
In pain and humiliation, for
Is that not the work
Of untouchables?

Marilyn

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