Testify Before the Jury

I have a question

And do answer this

With the truth,

The whole truth,

And nothing but the

Truth:

 

How big are

The tassles you 

Wear?

 

Are the tassles

You wear, bigger

Than the tassles

You wear on your

Heart?

 

How wide are

Your phylacteries

On your head and

On your wrist?

 

Are the boxes

Tied around your

Wrist and forehead

Wider than

The words tied

Around the Head and

Wrist of your

Heart?

 

And how loud

Are the trumpets

You sound when

Your left hand

Makes good friends

With your right?

 

Do they deafen

The sound of 

Trumpets that

The mouth of

Your heart makes?

 

Does your left hand

Know your right

Hand like a title

Of a book?

 

And how long are 

Your prayers to

The highest of heavens?

 

Are they scrolls

That are 24-feet

Wide and reach the

Fury of the

Heavens?

 

Is the scroll

Of your heart

Larger than your

24-feet scroll?

 

And about your

Fasting: When 

You go in the

Desert for 40

Days,

 

Do you weep

And command

The stone to 

Become bread?

 

Is your heart

Gloomier than

The thundering

Cloud of anger

You wear for

The god of Pity?

 

And what about 

The inside of

Your tomb?

 

Is it as whitewashed

As the outside

Or do worms eat

And rot up your

Kingly heart?

 

The trial stands

You're at the stand

And your sentence is

Based on the jury's

Decision,

 

So do us all

A solid, so

That your trial

And sentencing 

Can be speedy,

 

Or don't, and 

Face a life-

Long death by

Hanging for

Such crimes

 

And answer

With the hole

In your heart,

Whose blood

Cries out from the

Ground,

 

With the

Truth, 

The whole truth, 

And nothing but

The Truth. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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