Who are you to stand high and mighty with an air of authority.
Pointing fingers holding back forgiveness.
Who are you, as you sit silent while shooting venom from your heart.
Deep down you harbor hate.
Who are you, to preach to the masses love and forgiveness, yet you hate your own family.
Who are you to mention sins while you have a wall of trophies.
Oh high and mighty one holding love back, just who do you think you are?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I AM HUMAN....... ferociously flawed.... fatally fettered.... f****d up.... FORGIVE ME! !