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You meet them on the underground

     And pass them in the street.

You watch them in the office

     And react to those you meet.

 

You spot them in the supermarket,

     The church or at the bank.

They’re often at the filling station

     Filling up their tanks.

 

You scrutinize their clothing:

     Think: 'Are they young or old?'

You listen to their accents

     And take in what you behold.

 

Well, being human as we are,

     What do you think we do?

We need to classify them all

      Like creatures in a zoo.

 

We do not even know them yet,

     But split them into 'kind'.

We feel the need to label them

      In our world of humankind.

 

We judge and then we categorize

     The others that we see.

But, whilst I appraise the ones I meet,

     They'll do the same to me.

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