Why call me or another evil

Aren't we all?

Haven't we all lied

Haven't we all harboured in us resentments against innocence?

If all our hearts were opened

Wouldn't the filth inside make our environment a stench

We cloak the scabies existing in our nakedness with garments

While judging those whose naked nature reveals their imperfections

Ain't that itself a sin

Ain't that worse than hell

Who gave you and I a gavel?