Guilt and Peace

Can one dim, small beast stay calm
And no harm to or from it?

Not that I don’t feel the urge,
The need to see those not me,

But I want, as well and worse,
To turn my face from the world

Of names and of beasts who want
As much as me. If I look

And name or turn or look down
Or at a far view of sky,

Did I crush some poor soul harmed
By those who like to hurt or

By my own needs, my wants fired
When I cried out, Leave me be?