Judging Amy

Who are we, to judge your heart
We see you as you walk along
Alone, among the passing crowd
Not knowing here, if you belong.

Who are we, to judge your heart
We are, but, a few simple souls
Upon your shoulders, burdens brought
We're unaware of what you hold.

Who are we, to judge your heart
We do not know what lies beneath
The troubled soul who sits alone
With saddened eyes that show your grief.

Who are we, to judge your heart
I'm sure we've better things to do
Than sit in judgment all because
We've not taken the time to know you.

Do you judge us, when you see us
As we are sitting in our cliques
Do you ever want to scream
Of tolerance, that we resist.

We've not walked in your shoes
So we've no right to utter words
We've no right to judge your life
We haven't felt your hurt.

We don't know what you've seen
Or how you have ever felt
So we've no right to judge you
When we do, we judge ourselves.

*Amy is a fictional character. It's the content of the poem that is important.*