JUDGEMENT

the judgment of a bigot' tale
means no more less to me
he leaps to tell his cluttered tale
with every soul he sees
but if I turned the tables
from where he had last dined
wiping mouth of spittal
with the one he'd just maligned
each sin recalled in detail
stretching every inch by mile
then he'd turn to a sweet maiden
with a pinch and then a smile
raising hard to gesture
as if to think awhile
explaining most sincerely
why he thought it to revile...
then he'd swipe a bit of butter
dripping in his mouth to melt
shaking head all knowingly
with every word heart felt
and shining his dish cleaner
as he wiped it while it smudged
but having seen the bigot's plate
Sir, judge not ye be judged...