The Reflection Pool

Pure in their chains of disdain,
Judgement’s Whores sit above discriminating
and decree warped ideas
of justice,
of fair,
of honor,
of righteousness,
that are proceeded by the
prefix “self” and include some sort of
disillusionment.

The faux sincerity they
walk around with, on their
sleeves of course, is justified
by misquote here and a
raunchy translation there.
Never once considering the
slightest possibility that their
actions are humanly unjust.
Sanctimonious in ritual,
hypocritical in breath,
they maintain a semblance of honor
and morality, if only in their
anesthetized hearts.

(unscrupulous)
it isn’t that they all
are corrupt or dishonest.
they are weak, have
no voice of their own
to listen to, let alone
use in a constructive
fashion. It is not that
once they had scruples
and lost them in a
bad game of poker. They
never possessed them
in the first place.
They have always been
an “un”, a “non”.
The acme they seek and
work so hard for is
only pointed down,
deeper and deeper into
a darkness where
humanity is unrecognizable
and the beasts that
are about, are as familiar
as the family dog.

Relentless in their exclusion,
they are reduction in life.
Branding first impressions
and impossible stereotypes
with the giant and capital
letters of the sins they deem monsters.
Less becomes intolerable,
a standard that only
applies to others.

(monomania)
a compulsion, bordering on
a fetish for the pure;
malice for anyone or
anything tossed into
the coffer labeled
“other”. The Violence of their
abhorrence makes braggarts
out of them all, creating a
blur of separation in
human morality :: all of which
violates the very code they
profess to live by.

(what will we find in the texts on Tolerance?)
certainly no version of acceptance. Those two,
tolerance and acceptance, they don’t
live well together. There’s no heartfelt
anything. It’s just more cool,
cold as ice because no effort needs
to be made where “tolerance” is the goal
we aim for.