Judge Not
You sit so high on judgment’s throne,
A heart of stone, a voice of scorn.
You cast your verdicts, sharp and swift,
As if your soul has never slipped.
You weigh their sins, yet blind to yours,
With scales unbalanced at their core.
You count their flaws like grains of sand,
Yet wipe your own with careless hands.
You scoff at those who walk astray,
But who are you to mark the way?
Have you not wandered? Have you not erred?
Have you not known the weight of fear?































