JUDGMENT HAS A FACE

 From behind a door, walking down a street, who are 

 They wander around, they look without a friendly sound.

 With paper and pen, not a friend as they may smile 
 But pretend,

 Watched you are as you walk, speak, examined over 
 A way you dress.

 Judge me with your thoughts but what is there to see 
 In you?

 I am judged by those who I never again see, strangers, 
 Some family.

 Judgment has a face, not the same as it changes from 
 Day to place,

 We are judged with the rotation of our world, travels 
 With the wind.

                       Keith Garrett

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