Judging World
Standing right in front of a judge
makes you feel uncertain about yourself,
afraid that the next thing to hear is the eerie
sound of a judge's wooden hammer on his table.
Eyes in a city, park, street, mall....judge the way
you look, walk, and dress. Words flicker in the eyes
like signals from a lighthouse. It feels like you are
in a court where everyone is a judge without a wooden
hammer, with proceedings that never end......
Date: 23/07/2015
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