A Cause

It hurts to witness the emotions here –
a character oppressed and overworked;
a brain-reduced adult who’s never clear;
three teens by games and carbohydrates jerked.
I love them though I’d skirt this atmosphere,
but visit often lest my cause be shirked:
to nudge them up and stand behind their backs,
my arms in hug or brace for life’s attacks.

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