With blurry vision,
And fuzzy eyesight,
I pass judgment
On my brother
Indeed, my eyes hurt
And my sight is very painful,
I try to help my sister
But seems I’ve caused more harm
I thought I saw a log,
In my sister’s eye;
Guess I have rubbed in the speck
That’s staring at me
(c) Chukwudi I.
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