They gather
assemble
in dark rooms
banquet halls
and out-of-order
bathroom stalls
They judge you
from their ivory towers
their first-class box seats
their six-figure cars
the cigar bars
reserved seats
in multi-national
corporate luxury suites
Holier-than-thou
bible thumping
nitpicking
purveyors of fine wine
they’ll unmercifully
blame you
defame you
denounce
renounce
trounce
and trash you
If that isn’t enough
they wave a finger
from their glass houses
judging
incriminating
obliterating
brandishing
But never looking within
never looking deep down
inside, introspecting
reflecting
contemplating
self-evaluating
meditating
Never taking ownership
of their own shit.
©️mft
Crow On The Wire 
So true…
I don’t think they’re capable. Poor fools… Their houses are intentionally glass, transparent, so we can marvel at their proud materialistic superficialness inside. How does one lose sight, I wonder, with what really matters in life?
Well said, Starkite. Now, I know why they live in glass houses. Stay humble. 🙏🏻
Bravo
🙏🏻
Poetry that shares the truth, though harsh, is always powerful!
That you, CW
👍🏼Too true!!!
Very well written true words. Love the way this poem sounds. It has a great flow. Have you already been to any slam poetry event and performed your beautiful poem?
Not yet. One day. Thank you for suggesting. 🙏🏻
You are welcome. I really think this poem is ideal for that, or even if you just read it aloud at a poetry event.
Thank you, I’ll keep it in mind. 🙂