Tayong lahat ay sadyang tao lamang,
Na nakakagawa ng mga kamalian,
Subalit bakit kapwa mo ay iyong sinisiraan,
At di inisip na siya’y marunong ding masaktan.
Bakit mo ba ginagawa ‘yan sa iyong kapwa?
Gayong ayaw mo ring gawin ito sa’yo ng iba,
Di mo ba naiisip na siya’y napapahiya?
Ng dahil lamang sa iyong paninira.
Isipin mong ikaw…ako…tayong lahat ay tao,
At tayong lahat merong isip at puso,
Subalit bakit mo hinuhusgahan ang kanyang pagkatao,
Gayong wala kang batayan kung ito nga ay totoo.
Ano ba ang kanyang naging kasalanan?
Bakit mo hinuhusgahan ang kanyang katauhan?
Naiinggit ka ba sa kanyang kagandahan?
Tao…bakit…bakit ka nga ba ganyan?
Life is like a library owned by the author.In it are a few books which he wrote himself,but most of them were written for him.~~ Harry Emerson Fosdick~~
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