"Remove the Delusion from Your Eyes."

"Don't Judge Me," she cried
as the needle She Plunged
deeply in

No Regret in Her eyes; only
Relief from a Hard Days Life

"Don't Judge Me," he Grumbled
under his breath, as He Downed
another

No restraint He desires; only
the washing away of weariness in
His mind; tired of all the fights

"Don't Judge Me," He says through
barely parted lips, as He pulls the
newspaper over for Warmth

No other Company He now knows;
just the street that he calls Home

"Don't Judge Me," She says with
tears in Her eyes as She leaves
the newborn in front of the Shelter
doors

She all out of Love because from
Her it's been Abused and Wasted;
Now She has no way of Reciprocating
what She doesn't have to this baby

"Don't Judge Me Hypocritical Bastard,"
this I say to all of those who sit in a
Church or a Mosque or a Temple in front
of a Pastor; an imam; a Rabbi

Or not even the religious who have condescension
in their eyes but deep within, so much deceit and
lies and lives that are full of wrong-doing and have
no reason at all to look at me with a side-ways smile;

But also to the ones who think that they know
it all and are better than everyone; who walk
like they have a stick stuck up their ass and wouldn't
offer You a breath even if it would save Your life

They don't know what I've/You've been through

The old saying says...

"Remove the Judgment from Your Eyes
  and then You'll be able to Perceive
                     Clearly,"

And clearly is that the playing field is level; We are
all born into this Fucked-up life... and We live and
We die; in-between We have decisions to make; some
good, some bad; some Wise; some foolish; We are
pressed upon on all sides, and sometimes our decisions
are not the ones that We want to make but they are the
one's that We made... in this, We are all the same and
no one is without Blame