How ungrateful some people can be!
They fail to return courtesy with goodwill,
And instead turn humility into exploitation,
Yet quickly protest when you reflect their deeds.
They take advantage of your patience,
You turn away from subtle harm,
Not because you lack the power to strike,
But to rise above their empty charm.
You bend your back to lift them high,
Only to find their hands poised to break.
They mistook your humble trait for foolishness,
Your kindness, for a weakness they can take.
But when their nonsense reaches its end,
You let them taste the bitterness they bring.
And suddenly, you are called unfeeling,
Accused of insensitivity's sting.
How blind they are to their hypocrisy!
To the very game they seek and preach.
They cry foul when you mirror their ways,
Yet it's your grace they try to breach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem