Splitting hairs, listening to racists speak their
hatred, really having no reasons to hate, it's just
what they have been taught from childhood.
Nothing can sway their minds from the paths they're
on, trying to be kind and compassionate doesn't even
touch their intellect, having no mercy themselves.
Yet, God does work in mysterious ways, so maybe some-
one will touch them in a divine way through speaking
or perhaps even through a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem