Jagged, bitter edges hide
Fragile lies about to break
Transparent fools trapped inside
Each to make the next's mistake
Remove the speck from her eye
Ignore the plank in your own
While she removes the one in mine
And shatters my fragile home
What's the point of all this color
If all we see is black and white?
The method dull, the message duller
A hundred wrongs don't make a right
If every debt in full was due
What hope is there to be free?
First forgive as you were too
And treat their flaws with empathy
How have we become so crass
That the truth remains unknown?
When every house is made of glass
None is fit to cast a stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem