My name is lost within the pages of the past
I gave it to the widow whose children died at war
You may call me Empathy
Tell me your worries
I will rue them as you rot

I have shut my eyes to violence
I will open them come light
I do not show you pity
For you’ve denied the truth
You may call me Apathy
I have lost all will and strength
Will you mourn for this blind cowards doubt

I tried to see the truth
I heard such great things