Treasure Island

Teddy temple


Don't Judge


Whether black or white
Tall or short in height
Don't judge from first sight

A man is a man whether poor or rich
Even if they occupy different niche
But they are equal before God without any hitch

Whether in sad or happy mood
It's not right to judge, disrespect or elude
All that matters is whether evil or good

Don't be quick to check on the speck in others eyes
Yet yourself you've got a log that is of large size
Judge not as it pays you no prize

Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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  • Scarlett Voight (4/12/2013 12:30:00 AM)

    Wow, this one is serious but also has a nice rythem: D I really like it, and it is truthful and well understood. (Report) Reply

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