What is compassion,
But a line than cannot be seen,
But must be crossed to be able to believe in better things.
To say I'm sorry for the crimes that one shall commit,
Time and time again,
Is what it means to begin at the end.
With self-reflect comes self-correct and this shall bring an era of self-respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem