is it so easy
to practice hate?
so easy to turn
your face and walk away?
so easy to close your eyes
when someone is hurting?
so easy to take what you can
irregardless of anyone else?
so easy to kill?
to destroy?
to steal?
to lash out?
to run when you could stand?
what are you afraid of?
and why?
what are you running from?
the stranger in the mirror!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem