”Judge not lest ye be judged,

They said to the judge.

Or, if judge you will,

Then judge at your own peril.

 

The judge was young and dreamy

Eyed, wedded to fairness.

So he judged with upright mind

And feeling heart, wondering

Why the complicit could not find

The law writ large to book the butchers

Responsible for the carnage.

The judge forgot that laws are

Suited to faces, and do not necessarily

Apply in high places.

 

Thus, at the midnight hour, he

Received his comeuppance

From Caesar, who decreed “avaunt

And hence to another court

Where thine probity may duly

Chastise an enemy government”

 

Now we know it is not for a judge

To cool an inferno, or presume

To pin blame, however sharp

Be the images of those lawmakers

Who brazenly inflame the bigoted

To let loose murder without

Let, hindrance, or shame—

All under the patriotic patronage

And strong arm of minions dressed

In sanctioned hate and lawful uniform.

 

Scream, scream, you pseudo-citizens

That bear the wrong name.

This part of the earth was meant

Not to accommodate your kind,

But only those whom you have

For centuries left behind.

Your god no longer rules

Deities of a different mind.

 

Burn city, burn, obliterate

All traces of the alien.

Burn burn with gusto

Children, women, men

Who seek to be equal partners

With a pretense republican.

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