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Is there anything so excruciatingly exhausting
As to feel the need to look at everything
Through judgmental eyes

No background or context
Barely half the info
Yet so quick to jump to conclusions
Always quick to pass judgment

As if holding all the cards and criteria
Seeking perfection everywhere
How arrogant and pretentious
Like trying to wear God’s hat

I once said the worst thing
I could imagine was to see
Someone imprisoned for a crime
They did not commit

Am I so stupid to not realize
I am guilty everyday of doing
Exactly that in a million little ways
Over and over again
Of doing the worst crime I have imagined

That I am judging and sentencing
Without hearing all facts…
And even if I did hear all the facts
Who died and made me almighty judge?
And anyway…
What’s with this overwhelming urge
Needing to quickly evaluate and judge
Possibly born of some caveman instinct
To protect oneself from imminent dangers
If so, it’s way beyond that and outdated
Not only ineffective but destructive
Become much the enemy within
Blackening my heart with every cynical thought
Separating me from everything that surrounds
Isolating me empty of compassion or empathy
Whatever happened to a little bit of humility
And admitting that none of it concerns me
It is what it is good bad or indifferent

God just called
He wants his hat back
                
 

AP: 3rd place 2020

Submitted on September 22, 2017 for contest LATE SEPTEMBER STANDARD sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

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