March 21, 2014
Why Judge?
As I was walking down the street,
I met a woman who judged me feet!
She stared for long and hard at that -
And I kept thinking, “Geez, what a twat!”
The woman left in the opposite direction
Followed at a distance by an old man -
who kept staring at the lady limping ahead,
and said to himself, “what a wrinkly old pan!”
What was surprising, was the little girl playing
In the park nearby with her mother,
She pointed out to the man, who’d commented on the woman,
and said, “Mommy look! It’s a monster!”
The ‘Mommy’ got protective and I heard her say
“Stay away from such people always.
Don’t trust them if they talk to you or cry out for help.
Just start yelling and run fast and away.”
The Mercedes Benz that just rolled past the corner
Had a beautiful young woman look out the window
She thanked out loud, for being rich and well known
And not having to play in the mud like that widow.
The young lad returning from work that moment
Was clothed in garments akin to gunny
He glanced at the Benz and then at the lass
And said, “I’m sure she married him for his money!”
Now this guy never knew that the girl was rich
And famous of her own accord
That the money and the fame and the flashy new car
were proof that of poverty she abhorred.
And the same time this rich woman was oblivious
that the widow in the park was famous
A level-headed judge with a sympathetic heart
Meeting out justice to crimes that were heinous
But because this judge sees crime every day,
She fell prey to her own cynicism
That the man she advised her little one to avoid,
was merely an unfortunate burns victim.
And back to this man who was quick to speak
Of the age old scars on the woman ahead
The hard work and sacrifice that frail body endured
The lines on her face tell the tale of a life she led.
So what seems to be, often is not so
Why be too quick to decide?
Why not take time to know someone firsthand -
setting all crude assumptions aside?
Well I hope someday, people think in this way
All discrimination and hatred we’d beat
As for that woman, who was staring at me hard –
In her defence, I do have big feet!
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