judgement.

you sit in judgment on a high chair

shrouded in black robes, your eyes unreadable behind the demon's mask.

only your silk lipstick mouth can be seen.

is that why

you find it so easy

to condemn without understanding?

without feeling?

without thinking?

because you are someone

and i am no one?

because you wear the face of a jackal

and i the wounded antelope?

in your court there is no justice

only scorn

and innocent blood.