I’ve heard that love holds no judgement
Which leaves the world as a very sad place
As we judge on what is the obvious
Religion, wealth, and race.

Blame is cast before asking questions
Guilt is carried by the colour of the face
Judgement is for fools and their version of misery
As love waits for a moment of grace.

Understanding is the prize that waits in the shadows
But like any prize, it comes with a cost.
Dignity died when compassion was forgotten
And the tears of love were spilled and then lost.

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