Judge Not

Judge me not, you insignificant speck. I am the crisp feather of an eagle and you are just a withered leaf drifting aimlessly on the wind. You land in a puddle of muck or in the grimy gutter, while i touch down on a mountain peak, overlooking the clouds, forests, rivers and roads.

I judge you not, i am not the despicable type. I can't fathom pointing and laughing with my gut bouncing. I choose the higher road, that isn't a road at all but an action manifested by a simple thought. Simple.

Reviews

Biting, caustic.
But very well composed and said with loads of dignity.