We think we’re wise, behaving most stupid;
We think we’re fair, yet do things most unfair;
We think we’re great, behaving insipid;
We think we’re seers, yet fail our nails to pare.
We think others are fools by our ignorance;
We run down next but bear not ridicule;
We can’t run but make fun of those who dance;
We can’t ev’n joke or wait just minuscule.
We aren’t perfect yet expect next to be;
We speak big lies but want more honesty;
We make mistakes but treat next cruelly;
We have ‘stone hearts’ and can’t give amnesty.
We speak one thing but do things opposite;
We preach good things, yet can’t change bad habit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem