you speak about justice,
taking the law into your own hands
the penalty is just too harsh,
you become one like them
it is when you're hurt that you still love
when you become one so unlike them
you become one nearing perfection
it is when you're hurt and not feeling anything
when you don't hurt others in retaliation
when hurt is no longer even a word
comes then, perfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem