Fit The Footwear
You see me as a hopeless case,
a scheming, grasping leach
without enquiring why or how...
does not your God compassion teach ?
Why condemn me on appearance,
faultless you, better than all.
Who abdicated judgment
leaving you to make the call.
No, walk a stretch of my endurance.
Think well before you cast that stone.
Try my boots for size and comfort.
Could you cope with that on your own?
It's been a struggle, you can't shame me.
Neither can you judge or blame me.
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