The Judge
Life is a trial,
A stage crowded with tales,
Where we act, wearing masks and veils.
Life is a trial,
One we cannot win.
Some alter, some change,
Trying to fool the jury of time and age.
But the Judge watches silently;
Unbiased, impartial.
Master of our Fate,
Anchor of our Thread.
Kings bow, rulers kneel,
Yet none can find leverage, or end.
We honour Life as a dear Friend,
Though it slips like clay through our hands.
Until Death comes,
True Judge of our Cause —
Seeing all our Truths;
Knowing all our Faults.
To declare the final verdict:
Freedom or Damnation.
All may beg, all may cry;
None can bribe, none will hide.
