House Of Glass

Everybody's talking, slinging mud and accusations like confetti,

I wonder what moral highground it is that they stand upon?

The mingled, mangled, insults tangled like alphabeti spaghetti,

Tweeted and repeated, every expletive, "Expleted," and offers of redemption, none,

All accusing and refusing to acknowledge the, "glass house," they inhabit,

Or that they have no moral highground but stand eye to eye with their fellow man,

And no-ones saying that we don't all make mistakes, but there you have it,

They're called, "Mistakes," we all make them and then redeem ourselves if we can,

Be very careful before you criticise the actions of others,

Although there's no problem with offering considered advice where you can,

But try not to judge until you've set your own house in perfect order,

Then pass judgement on yourself before you judge your fellow man.

◄ Love Doesn't Always Mean Like

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 20th Dec 2019 18:17

Thanks Po, thanks Don, high praise indeed. So glad you liked it.

J. x

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Don Matthews

Fri 20th Dec 2019 01:06

Wise words again Jason.....

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poemagraphic

Thu 19th Dec 2019 21:49

Jason I wish there was a higher score than 10/10 because I would give it without any hesitation.

Right on the money mate... Great poem!
Po

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