He is kind. His life is all ruled by the
Kindness of His Embrace for those who are Rejected.
She is cruel and strict and claims
That this is what morality is all about.
Virtue is not equated with Kindness.
He loves the wounded kid and to Her
Whose basis for the Accusation is her own
Certainty
She knows people she proudly says.
aND dESpite the Doubt she claims
That he is the Priest
and the Boy is the Molested One.
How unkind for Certainty to Thrive
Sans the Proof
Without the Sight and Smell.
At the End she sits under a Tree.
The Snow Falls. And then she cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem