poem III by heart

Love has never been a popular movementAnd no-one’s ever wanted really to be free
The world is held together,
Really it is, held together
By the love and passion of a very few people
Otherwise, of course you can despair.
Walk down the street of any city, any afternoon, and look around you.
What you’ve got to remember is what you are looking at is also you.
Everyone you’re looking at is also you.
You could be that person.
You could be that monster, you could be that cop.
And you have to decide, in yourself, not to be.