Judgement

 It's an issue for us, the imperfect people,

What we do with our hands makes us feel it,

And makes our mind think the same way outwardly,

No excuse for us, they say, to talk about it,

To judge,

Judgement is wrong, they say

The perfect people whom their perfection,

Comes with the price pf burden, 

Tolerating them for us.

And time changes roles

The ones whose their fearful masks

Keeps them away from the blade