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OH YOU WHO JUDGE

Oh you who judge,
How quick you decide wheat from chaff,
Good from bad beautiful from ugly,
How quickly you throw away that which may be your salvation,
Yet the standards in which you measure do you not yourself?
How quick you belittle your neighbor to lift yourself,
Have you no imperfections?
or is the imperfections of others the pedestal in which you stand?
How quickly you laugh at the hurt of the ones you trample,
I sought your hand to lift me up but only received your laughs as I fell,
Death you great liberator you are the only one who does not judge..... 
 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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