Owl Days #29

I have too much compassion
To do anything about evil;
I watch the ideals burn
As if I was the one who lit the match,
'Cos I won't do more than tell the truth
And let it go, then punish myself
As the good people turn bad
With just a few choice words
And dangling suggestions — as if
They were meant to be bad all along —
And I stay with them as they march
For the unresisted murders in their name
As if I believed with them it would take
Their fear and guilt away, and I have to say
They did nothing wrong, everything
Will be okay,  there are points or two
Where we agree, for that is what love does
Behind the veil, it can only spend
A little time in hell,
There's fear, there's fear, perhaps it doesn't
Care enough to disappear.