T/W- Mentions of hurting children
I walked away from Omelas,
But Omelas didn’t let me go-
Every time the townsfolk called, or I saw them,
The reality hit me to the bone
Of the hurting child, hurting for their happiness,
Yes, I had walked away,
Yes, I played no part in that cruelty,
But isn’t looking away and leaving
Just clearing my conscience-
Who helps the child,
And how can they,
Should they?
These questions plague me
And when I realise, they make me unable to do the good I can,
I realise I am only beholden to my actions,
As long as I leave Omelas behind
And work to help the child in any way I can-
I have played a small part in making the world a better place,
And yet I know, Omelas will plague me,
Till the day I end.
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