Judge Not

Judge ye not
lest ye be judged
Cleanse your own filthiness
before you spot another's smudge
sow courtesy for those you meet
even bums that walk the street
They are not poor, young one, behold!
Each speck of dust is a mountain of gold!
Abhor ye not their tattered cloths
for they are the fabric of the cosmos!
When you walk past where they lay
Do not turn your head away
Know when you pass their makeshift bed
That you could have been there in their stead.
The rich are never satisfied
always blinded by their pride
If they would open their heart and look inside
They see that emptiness resides
What can can you ever hope to gain
On a planet that's smaller than a grain.
Its never about how much you've got
For all your riches come to naught
Hear me now for this is true.
The rich and the poor are but reflections of you!