All despots are my brothers.
Terrible things have they done in the world
And terrible eyes have looked upon them.
Must I see them as masters of sin made real?
Must I condemn?
For what they have done in the world my eye must see.
But the eye with which I see the other
is the eye with which God sees me.
Lost in his illusions first the son of God I see,
Then brother is he to me.
For whatever my brother does,
there is no home in me to hate.