We cannot see below the surface,
So we judge on appearance:
But where beauty is,
There is usually
Hidden turmoil
Tag: Judgment
the Validators
They ran our love through all their screens,
Then told us we were not a match;
Their apparatus brought to bear
On anyone their snares could catch
These butterfly collectors who
Place everyone behind the glass,
In categories, rimmed with signs,
A handful from a teeming mass
Identities defined by them
Are not the main thing, no. Instead,
It is the locks, the box, the cage,
And making sure their subjects all
Stay dead
To share is human:
The Exiles
We come upon
The broken, the exiles,
And judge, although
We never saw
The miles
To share is human:
A Common Ground
We cannot find a common ground
To share a point of view,
For I stand here, in judgment, of
The things that make you, you
And you are there, entombed within
That fort of your devising;
That there’s no common ground for us
Just isn’t that surprising
But there’s a universal truth
In all strife to be found:
Our hatreds go with us to graves
Beneath a common
Ground
