Kindness is tagged;
All benevolence is charged; nothing is free,
So everything is a slave to either one or the other -
Either one who sells or the one who buys.
I have declared in my soul that
I ought to brutalize myself
For I have not in possession
That which buys kindness.
Love is kind rather than all the hoaxed inditement about it
And it is pricey as I have foretold in the body of this tale,
If I have no finance in my stakes - how can you be kind to me?
How can I be kind to myself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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