I plunged into this world,
Running with all my might,
Loving, hating and castigating
Everything in sight.
Then came suddenly,
From behind me,
A foreign sound,
Calling for me
To stop, turn around,
To listen and see.
I turned at once
And glanced at one,
Running with all his might,
Loving, hating and castigating,
With none but me in his sight.
What is it makes
A fool like me
Criticize humanity?
What nerve it takes
To mock another,
While being a human,
Like any other.

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