Here comes the judge ...

Job 36:17 

17 But now you are preoccupied with the judgment due the wicked,
judgment and justice take hold of you.

 

Oh brother! Isn’t that true?

 

Judging is our middle name ... and our first is “I know better”

Facts and fictions we separate ... in this world of confusion

Even the things touched every day ... we can’t comprehend

as we are bathing in a tub ... filled with bubbling self-delusion

 

We love to give opinions and turn them into facts

even in dimensions ... we have never trodden.

Only from afar have we observed in vagueness

the untouchable and pureness that is now our motto.

 

Satire

 

Opinions become our master and in this we can’t be wrong.

Now we are inspired ... as we are surely not our own.

We rest now on our knowledge ... in the world to get along.

Thank God there’s none like us ... producing our own clone.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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