Judgement’s High Way
My smug satisfaction drives in narrow lanes
Deep with pitfalls of intentional ignorance
“Righteous” reads my personal license plate
Sentenced to loud lane-splitting intolerance.
My bias trips on truth at tangled crossroads,
Blinded to orgies in my house of thin glass,
Cuts off compassion, in condescending tongues,
Detours grace to side roads, a one-way bypass.
But, grace stills my hands, determined...
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