Lock yourself up in your convent,
Close your eyes to the world outside.
You don’t need to know.
Live your life between four walls.

There’s no need for knowledge over and above
the knowledge that you need to live,
to breathe, to eat, to drink, to sleep.
Live your life in the shadows,
Hide your face in the cellar.

Glimpse into the world from your window
when you are underwhelmed.Try to understand
the every day occurrences.
Your innocence, your child-like naivety,
grants you permission to judge. You
interpret. Think you know. You
know no better.

Who told you it was right to go on this way?
Pretending your wrongs are better than others’?
You hold innocence before your face,
Using it as an excuse never to know,
Never finding a need to try.

I want to rip it from your face, your mask.
Tear it to a thousand pieces
so that you can never glue it back together.
Then you will understand the outside world.
Then you will know.
Then, hopefully, you will finally cease your judgment.