I was hungry, and you turned your eyes away, offered Me no bread, no cup, no place to stay. I stood a stranger at your guarded door— you judged, you vetted, and you welcomed Me no more.

Yet my brother came, around your gate, and your heart opened wide to let him in. You set a table, laid out generous fare; he smiled, he ate, then taught himself to steal the air.

With the food you gave, he learned the swindler’s art— billions drained from hands already torn apart, from those who waited, truly starved, truly small, while your compassion fed the one who took it all.

You invited him beneath your sheltering roof; he answered with rape, with murder, with contempt for every human proof. Doors you flung wide became a grave for trust— many stripped of life, of hope, of what was just.

You clothed his frame in garments warm and new; he studied systems, learned the loopholes through, and plundered welfare’s coffers, leaving the naked colder than before.

Your kindness, blind to truth, unmoored from right, became a shadow wearing mercy’s light. Compassion without justice, without sight, is no compassion—only wrong made bright.

Now you are caught, with your compassion twisted, a severed cord where truth and justice once were matched. You deny, disregard, reject the rightful claim of victims forged by your unholy flame.

When enforcement rises, heavy hand to right the wrongs your mercy birthed in dead of night, you decry the justice served, you call it cruel, and paint the law itself the greater fool.

You cheer the dissent, raise banners high and loud, call guardians of order evil from the crowd— all to veil the ruin your soft heart allowed, compassion gone awry, now justice disallowed.

The idiot compassion then applied now brings pain unimagined, multiplied— wounds that widen where the bandage lied, and graves still fresh where innocence has died.

Now come forward, with hat in hand, kneel where the road of error finally ends. Rethink. Remorse. Repent complete— let sorrow do its holy, heavy work in you.

Sit now at true wisdom’s quiet door, let pride be broken, let excuses cease. Let transformation finish what it began— the heart remade, the vision renewed.

True compassion, true justice, hand in hand again, walk forward side by side, no longer strangers, no longer blind— two daughters of the same high King, restored, united, walking in the light at last.