Sorrow of Man

the copper taste of shame is racing through my mouth as i realize the contempt i have shown for some people. the list would be too long for this arena and the short stabbing punch to my psyche i want this to be. in the end i need to treat every man as my brother or father and every woman as my sister or mother. then i realize i haven't treated my family well either... how about try to treat everyone as i treat myself, if you haven't realized yet that would make everyone royalty. i am maligned by hubris it is the sorrow of man.