Still a blind eye have we.
Mistakes have been made,
Friendships have been lost.
But who is willing to accept fault?
Each one of us,
Have been at fault.
Can any of us look inside,
and say it was not me?
Will any of us stop and think?
What price has been paid?
Cold hands reach out for each,
Judgments’ scales wait for us ALL.
Can any of us truly say,
It did not start with me!
Where did it start?
In a twisted little mind
Or a complement taken wrong?
Why?
Think before you accuse,
Listen before you convict.
Who gave you the right to judge?
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