The line of despair,
all standing there,
thinking, creating
what is to come.
I'll walk right past
the shadow you cast
smiling at all you souls
I have no fear
that judgment is near
for I've 'judged not,
that I be not judged' here
So on I'll go
thru fields of snow
knowing the green grass
is oh-so-good too
either side of the fence
my mouth I won't rinse
while chewing
my cud in this zoo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem and philosophy. I do not judge others either as I would be forced to judge myself first, and I don't think I'd like my verdict.