A poet, reviewed a poem for me
Cruelty wasn't called for,
to be cruel you see isn't necessary for me

But as I reviewed the poets review
It was instantly I understood and knew
There are many with eyes and can not see,
Many with ears and can not hear
So many sad people with so much fear
They'll tear down what ever they do not
Understand and get near

But me, I would rather have eyes
That cannot see;
Ears that cannot hear
Lips that cannot speak,

Than a heart that cannot love
Or understand or feel the pain
Of others
especially my brothers Or sisters

When my brother or sister hurt I hurt
When they are sad I try to cheer them up
When they cry I reach out to comfort them
Not put them down, criticize them or knock
Them around.

These are not the actions of Love
Or a heart that care
When I hurt I do not need for one to come
To me to put me down or swear,

So these things I do not dare
Being a child of God I have a loving heart
I strive not to hurt the other man....
Instead I do everything I can
To reach out pull him up and help him
Take a stand

This poet I pray will one day understand
What it means to be:
loving, giving and a better
Woman or man.
Be cause the wrath of God is at hand.
And he or she might not get another chance.