who never stole and I will
stare into the face of a liar
let the man woman or child;
who never stole cast the first stone
I have seen a man without a right hand
an unlucky man but I have also seen;
many wielding the knife giving orders
taking the hand of another who deserved
to lose not a hand but their lives;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem