They say many things. They say, Don't judge a book by its cover, Yet they always choose the same. They say, Do as you would be done by, Yet ignore the poor the same. They say, Money is the root of all evil, Yet it kills them all the same. They say, More sinned against than sinning, Yet crime lives all the same.
They say many things, The whispering snakes, That live inside our heads, That make everything perfectly rational; *Just do the right thing instead.
A poem on kindness and the monsters in our own heads which excuse the lack of it.