Judge

I do not judge, any one at all They alone should decide to either rise or fall, If they believe that they should not fight How can we call them wrong, when they are right, A person indeed must always stand tall. Someday soon we all might hear that call Will we go forward or runaway or maybe we will crawl, Only then will we know of our true might. I do not judge. Some people hate and they become like Saul Then through truth and love they become Paul, Each person sees the world in a different light Their eyes are opened to a passive or to a turbulent night, To battle or to not, it is their call. I do not judge. Randy L. McClave