A tragedy is when humanity has lost its compassion for its fellow man
To cause him grief whenever you can
To comment of how he looks and lives
Yet you know him not
How can you do this, will you stop?
You are tearing lives apart by words
You have the voice of cowards
If things were turned and you were scorned for how you looked today
How would you feel when you get home, after you’ve walked away?
For you are not perfect, I say
It isn’t a laugh when you’ve said those things about a person’s weight
It isn’t funny when you’ve hurt your classmate
For her scars
For her red hair
It doesn’t matter, but you should care
A joke is not the excuse for causing her despair
Stop this hatred, stop it soon
Or someday judgment will bring your doom
I’m not talking religion here, but someday nasty words you’ll hear
And it won’t be you who is giving them
It will be another who’s chosen you to condemn
You are not perfect I say, but what you have now; let’s hope you keep it, hey?
For you never know what might happen
An accident to your face may rapine
I give you no threats but a warning
Don’t monish peoples adorning
For you are not perfect, I say.