You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart
—W.H Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening
Anger and resentment
Will fill your heart with sand
Allow yourself to care about
Somebody you can’t stand
There’s a part of you that tries to love
Everyone you see
Pretending that it doesn’t
Makes you angry sad and mean
It’s a crooked crooked world
Filled with crooked souls
Love can make it meaningful
But nothing makes us whole
By Richard W. Bray