Look into thyself
What do you see
Is it pity you find
For another
Or thee?
If the latter
Your pity
Will be formed in your mind
By a measure of arrogance
Your choice to be blind
For your life is a gift
Not for you
All alone
But for all of the beings
That find Earth
Their home
And as life is a war
Which we all have to face
Thinking first
Of the others
Should be
Our saving grace
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