Why do we love
One person,
But not the other?
We love the liar,
But not the murderer
We love the rich,
But not the homeless
We love the children,
But not the elderly
We love the adulturer,
But not the homosexuals...who are married
We love the teens who look normal,
But not the ones hidden away
We love to preach...
But do we practice what we preach?
Thats the question
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I would like to translate this poem
very good question and good points.