In a world where medicines oft do vie,
Two "drugs" stand out, neither shy:
Compassion, so warm, with arms open wide,
Indifference, cold, always off to the side.
Compassion spoke first, "It's clear as the day,
I've changed many lives, kept darkness at bay.
With every kind act and each gentle word,
Through me, the song of humanity's heard."
Indifference replied, with a nonchalant air,
"You might bring some light, but I too have my share.
For when folks turn away, and choose not to see,
It's through my influence, they truly feel free."
Compassion protested, "But love's the true key!
It mends broken hearts and sets the soul free.
For every embrace, and each tear that's shared,
I prove that humans truly have cared."
Indifference shrugged, "That might well be true,
But sometimes folks need a break too.
Not always engaged, sometimes they withdraw,
I give them that space, it's a natural law."
So, the debate rages, which has more clout?
The warmth of compassion, or indifference's doubt?
While history shows medicine's tangible trace,
These two shape humanity, at its very base.
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