The way we are essentially designed
Is to regard all others as one kind,
The same as you and I, all equally
Deserving of concern and amity,
And yet to recognize how damaged are
So many bearing tribulation’s scar
And hence defensive, hasty to protect
Themselves from those who show them no respect.
Because they’re filled with misery, fear and doubt,
It’s understandable if they lash out,
Even mistaking what we mean as kind
For something else, maliciously inclined.
To treat them gently, wearing a kid glove
Is what they need, a show of kindly love.