Our Brother's Keeper

Let me see my fellow man

With eyes that do not judge

His torn and dirty shirt,

His anger from some hurt or grudge.

Why does he wear his hair that way?

Look at those awful shoes.

We are the same you say?

Oh dear, I’d rather choose

An easier person to compare myself,

Someone pretty, clean and bright.

To see myself in this man is hard.

I’ll move around, across the room,

Get a better light.