Prujudice

I perceive in another A true soul brother As Mirror on the shelf Reflecting true self; If someone I despise I fail in my surmise What mirrors reflect I must openly respect. Any maxim is cheap- Beauty is skin deep! Not periphery or hide, True brother is inside. Tribute to one flower Is insult to the Grower, Embellishing dolour BY myriad of a colour. Would I then to judge By colour of smudge- Or to balance on scales The tint of his scales?!