Quick to judge, slow to know
The truth remains, unfairly low
Assumptions made, without a care
Leaving scars, that are hard to share
Hate and badmouthing, a toxic brew
Causing anger, and hurt anew
It's easy to hear, but hard to see
The truth behind, the reality
No one knows, the struggles we face
The battles we fight, the tears we erase
But still we judge, with haste and with pride
And the truth suffers, as we step aside
Let's seek to understand, before we judge
To walk in others' shoes, and feel their grudge
For in the end, it's not what we see
But the truth that's hidden, that sets us free.
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