Life is filled with judgments,
Some follow them,
While others choose to stray.
Judgment is the core mantra,
It is the path of discipline;
If injustice prevails,
It must not be allowed to stay.
Judgment brings joy,
Yet, for some, it brings sorrow.
Some find justice in punishment,
While others suffer in agony's shadow.
Righteous judgment brings harmony,
Life flows in orderly streams;
But when judgment turns inhumane,
It crushes the heart's fragile dreams.
The boy lived a simple life,
With two meals and endless strife.
Yet fate turned against him,
Leaving him shattered, with no light.
In the battle of dreams and hope,
He grew weaker day by day.
This inhumane torment broke his soul,
And strength slowly slipped away.
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