It all makes sense now
The selfish, the mean spirited.
They think they are doing the right thing
'Look after my own.'
But they don't realise
The meaning behind kindness,
Is to care for the weak, the timid, the lonely, the old,
The unlovable, the ones who aren't blood,
The world may be so much better
If we all changed a little bit.
To not be so selfish,
To not turn a blind eye
To put yourself out
Some don't help anyone
Not even their own blood
Well, that just makes it worse!
'Look after my own'
We are all our own
You have to get old and frail yourself
And you would be glad of that kindness from someone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem