Think

What comes from your lips but condemnation? Accusation, half-baked assumption? For your words are of no worth to she Whose dreams are full of what could be and what should have You who judges thoughtlessly with ease. So very carelessly scream slurs that sneak and masquerade as sighs of "sorry" and "don't worry." On what earth do you live and what world do you see, where your sin tells her sin it does not fit in? Where your scar tells her scar it's uglier by far? The fruit of ignorance is intolerance We're a catastrophic generation of a metaphorical "mass de-globalization" Running backwards from lack of understanding Bred from lack of wanting to, bred from lack of trying. Compassion is artillery Humanity's a shield. Love's a cure and scowls are fewer when we stop and THINK to change the way we are.