We are all judges

And judged

We all of us

Form opinions

And never hold to those opinions

Based on fact alone

For even fact is coloured

And so cannot exist alone

There is pure fact

You might say

The sky is blue

Yet its shades and hues are always different

And seen from different angles

Through different eyes

Who can prove

The colour they perceive is

The true colour

How easy it is for us to judge others

And at the same time forget

That with every judgement

We view the other with our own values

Our own perceptions

Our own histories

Our own experiences

We never truly see pure fact

As we can only see through

The windows

Our own lives

Have provided

And so we superimpose ourselves

On others

Regardless of how ill fitting that may be on them

Even the law

We interpret

If anyone is found guilty

Are we all not included in that guilt somehow

Have we not all

In some way

Contributed

To the circumstances that bring about guilt

Is there such a truth

That one is guilty

And others innocent?

Is judgement

So black and white

When you judge