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Do We Judge Fairly?

Do We Judge Fairly?

Life’s unfair…maybe?
But life is us, we dictate how fair life is ...don’t we?
Do we really act with discretion?
Balancing what we know and don’t know?
Or are we too ready to listen to just one side and ā€˜assume’
that what we were told was the 'truth'?
The real truth?
Or is it just that persons truth?…
There is a difference……
One isĀ  always told that to ā€˜Assume’ actually
makes an ā€˜ass’ out of ā€˜u’ and ā€˜me’
and often this is true...
Am I dealing with ā€˜Asses’?
Any silence on my part will often mean I have
no wish to reveal the genuine truth-
A truth that will forever change the hearers perception
Ā of who fed them the lies.
A kindness on my part offering
an undeserved refuge for theĀ  ā€˜victim’
Shame on the ā€˜Asses’ ...
weakness truly isĀ your only virtue
If in doubt…ask
ā€˜Asses are made to bear’ so sayeth the Bard,
and these particular Asses will bear the knowledge that
they are the pawns in a very clever, but obvious game.
Ā 
Ā 
Ā 

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Jason Brown

ā€˜Asses are made to bear’ so sayeth the Bard,
and these particular Asses will bear the knowledge that
they are the pawns in a very clever, but obvious game.

This is true. But when a pawn reaches the final rank...it can become anything it wants ... even a Queen!!

J ;)

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lodigiana

Hi Jason- not only are you a great poetĀ  but also an insightful Philosopher!! so much so, that as Queen I am renamingĀ  you 'Lucretius'! ThanksĀ  for reading and passing on your pearlsĀ  of wisdom... which are truly valued my friend! xxx
LodigianaĀ Ā 

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