I guess there’s no justice anymore,
It’s all about settling scores.
I am not perfect and so you’ll blame,
‘Cause that makes you better to cause me pain.
No margin for error, no quarter given
Shame
Tearing down instead of building up
No such thing as being grown up
Anymore
And I am angry but what can I do?
Perhaps I’m powerless because I don’t treat people like you.
Maybe I’m okay with that.
Because maybe it matters how we treat the least among us.
I still believe it matters.
It absolutely matters.
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And I still believe that it matters how we treat the least among us too. I loved every word. way to go!
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Thanks for commenting. I am glad you liked it.
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