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I felt inspired to try my hand a poetry.

Do not judge those in need,
For they have not the means.
Be kind to those beneath you,
And let trust return itself.

Take your heart, and find the truth.
Water ripples over rock unpure,
To be washed away by torrential tides.
Upon the flood a small boat rocks.
To find a home
Without a means.

Do not judge the rich,
For they have not the time.
The lilly blooms,
and the sunrise comes.
To find a home.
With any means.

It takes a cracked opinion,
To see the truth in all.
A darkened room,
devoid of light.
A single thought,
impure but clean.

And so a voice exclaims:
"Who appointed you,
To be our prince and judge?"

Judge not those in need,
For you are fit to judge one only,
namely you yourself.

-Exodus 2:14