You can still point and falsely accuse
Your own truths you can choose,
You can tell all your stories or your lies
With hate you can also criticize.
No matter if you're a redhead, brunette or blonde
And no matter if you're a cheater, a liar, or a con,
No matter if you're coloring, comes from a jar
Everybody already knows who you are.
Pretend that you are someone that you're not
Forget the evils that you had sought,
Put, the blame on them and never on you
Use excuses and seek pity as you always do.
Forget about the sins of your past
At others grab the first stone so you can cast,
Against them have your own bad feelings
All because of your own actions and dealings.
Against them you will hold a resentment
Because, of where you or them had went,
This one thing is factual
What you did or said was very actual.
You can resent them until your judgement day
And this I will also say,
You can also always hold onto your grudge
But, in the end only God can judge.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem