Sonnet For The Reprehensible Poem by Patti Masterman

Judge not the one-winged bird upon his branch;
Neither judge the muttering homeless bum-
Their fate you know, is left to hands of chance,
Though surely certain as the rising sun.

In homeless bird, admit you saw no worth,
If judged from your self-satisfied center;
In flying man, admit you saw no birth-
Judge yourself, for your poor vision's splinter.

Your whole world revolves only around you;
Your savior in the street himself could bleed,
And you'd miss out on everything that's true
Before you'd wake to see another's need.

We are so filled with vague good-book intention
That humbled things fall far below our mention.