Instant Opinons Of The Upper Class (The Judged, Judging the Judge)

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As you stare with your cold grey eyes you judge; 
I know your instant opinon won't budge; 
Your lined and sagged face hide what's within; 
Make up covered nostrils all raised and flared; 
My ears bleed from sounds of your false laugh shared; 
Cringing as the high pitch pierces my ears; 

Don't whine your the ones who raised all of us; 
T'was jus a smack you say, what is the fuss; 
Plain amazing how you can still think this; 
While I can smell your expensive coffee; 
You sip it with plain disregard for money; 
A lack of empathy for all in poverty; 

I know, go on, send me to the gallows; 
Upper class? Can you really be this shallow; 
Alone I see how you are so alouf; 
Skin, Body and Hair art doesn't mean we Sin; 
We bleed blood, we bleed emotions, we bleed kin; 
And yet, here I sit, judging you myself;

Author's Note

not recently written was written at about the 20/03/2012

Reviews

[Melati]

Wow! I really love this poem. I second it very much. I do not like to judge, though I cannot stand when someone is wealthy and they think less of the lower class. It is not fair, because when they have money and they think they are better. My philosophy about that is "What is wealth if you could not share?" Wealth is nothing or garbage if they could not share their money. When we all die, we are not going to bring our money......I rather live simple and share and live happily...Well done!

[Mockingbird]

a sad commentary of today's society. people judge at the first impression. how the upper class looks down on the rest of us. very accurate observation.