BEING JUDGEMENTAL

“He who is without

Sin

Should the first stone

Cast”

Onioned opinions

In sketchy saintly

Images,

Sore mirages

That with deceits

Tromp the society.

Vociferating spiteful

Judgments

Behind frustrated

keyboards,

Only the

Bubbling broken bitterness

Choking you,

Illuminates.

Empathy has its

Charms,

Taking sides is a

Vice

That rough broil

Victims

And into limitless

Voids

Of biceped traumas,

Dangling depressions,

Rile rejections and even

Sunny suicides,

Push them.

What gain therefore

When others

Without their hurting tales

Experience nor listen,

With judgemental molars

Grind?

He who solace,

In judging another

Finds,

Will in the stained dragnets

Of regrets,

Be handsomely haunted

And his crippled sore soul

With dark wood coded,

Likewise, be nefariously judged.