Eye's

The eyes are naught but
The portals to the inner
Being we try to hide from
The rest of the world

Hide we do, the hate and
Deception of those we believe
Fall short of our own moral
Fiber

Morals, should we be so quick
To judge yet spurn those that
Judge in return

Who's right, who's wrong, and
Who sets the standard that all
Should strive to live by

Those privy to this loathsome
Tasks are they not guilty of
Casting that proverbially first
Stone

There is but one thing we could
Ask of each other, close our
Eyes or cast them to the ground
Least ye be the judge

G.L. Buchanan
05/12/2007

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