Sneering looks, eyebrows raised, looking down their noses at
how other people are dressed.
No regard whatsoever whether a person is rich or poor, depressed
or sad, neglected and alone.
However, they sit in judgement over God, proclaiming their
biased and prejudicial verdicts over people they don't even
know.
Heart raised, ready to protest or fight, but I cannot, because
I also realize the uncaring ungenerous ways of others can also
not be judged by me.
Everything I leave in God's capable hands, for I am just as bad
as others in some respects.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem