We are kind. Inherently so.
But kindness falters when we forget—
The cruel are few, their numbers low,
Yet fear insists we’re under threat.
No grand designs for selfish ends,
No relish in the unsavoury.
We are not saints, but neither fiends—
Our hearts still strive for bravery.
Empathy is sewn in our seams,
Generosity, our truest art.
And yet, we buy into the schemes
That tears the trusting world apart.
A race for wealth, a lonely grind,
A system cold, unjust, unkind.
It teaches us to doubt, to fear,
To lock the doors and disappear.
Once, we trusted, pure as rain,
But now we monitor, we guard.
We scan for threats, assume the stain,
And so, the world grows cold and hard.
The monster, real, but not innate,
Feeds on the lies that propagate.
It thrives on doubt, on hardened views,
It’s nothing more than what we choose.
Beneath the surface, cracks divide,
Families fracture, tribes collide.
We ache for bonds yet push away,
For fear of losing if we stay.
We clap for nurses, heroes all,
But cheers fade fast, no structures change.
The rich grow richer as we stall,
And justice stays beyond our range.
Still, we are windows, not just walls,
Our frames let in both light and air.
Though shadows creep, the warmth still calls—
And hope reminds us how to care.
The path ahead is undefined,
The world may dim, but not the mind.
Look close—beneath the noise, the fuss,
There’s kindness yet in all of us.
Audio – All of Us