Criticism is narcissism
So absorbed into ourselves
That any design outside the pattern
That our brain maps
We deem it wrong
A sense of righteousness
High on a pedestal
Looking down at the other mortal
Seemingly unfit to act
Directly in conflict with the facts
Our priorities the best
Hence condemn the rest

Judge jury executioner
The roles everyone plays
Cought in the middle
With no one to plead
The sensibilities behind his deed
His soul is lynched
By the paralysis of our process
Which exclusive is nature
Excludes the doer

Judging the other
Is the crime
to be judged
And judgement passed
That one shall not judge