Judgement lies in children’s eyes,
Shouting, “You’re all lies!”
Their answer belies
And so, with childish sighs,
They chant from vision pure and sacred
To harass with accusations
And bold instructions
Given in whispers.
I can not deny when as a youth
I measured every adult with my own holier-than-thou scale
Against ideal and pragmatic conscientious
Unerring but tall newly acquired
How else to see adults, morés, and my emerging self, than by seeking
Hypocracy in your behavior,
And ignoring it in mine.
So. Go on. Judge me if you will
And give voice to your findings that both of us may grow
By your analysis.
Children were but recently Angels,
So judgement comes naturally,
As does love.