We lack sensitivity and kindness

We lack sensitivity and kindness

But, my God, are we sensitive ourselves?

When, not out of fear of condemnation by the crowd

Were we kind to the poor?

When, having given a little money

We said, take it, for God's sake!

And knelt down next to the one

Who cried out in despair...

Even though his cry was silent!

We pass by every day

The windows of strangers' despair.

We cannot forgive those who

Dared to love someone other than us.

Is it love or pride?

Admit it,

What is the name of your feelings?