You judge a person
As if it's your birthright
As if it's your only purpose in life
You pass your judgment
By listening to one side of the story
You judge a person
Not by their character
But by their attire,
By the colour of their skin
By the way they look.
By their economic conditions.
Who are you to judge?
Are you so flawless?
Are you so perfect?
Are you that good?