But All Men Judge

Judge thou not, and be not judged.

Your eyes, though they see as much as
A shadow from the viewing side of the screen,
Are shoehorned to be self-blinding searchlights that
Seek and see what is not shown, not showcased.

Your tongue its bearer's estate will not soil,
But will let loose a volley of venom-tipped arrows
At the defenseless repute of another,
A ivory fabric you motley with black words and scarlet.

How do you, a closed museum of dark secrets beneath this veil of flesh,
Conceive yourself fit to pronounce the idle verdict?
Even the white-wigged hammer-pounder's judgment can be flawed.

Judge thou not, but all men judge.