Fair Judgement

Oh how I yearn that my fury
Was one of fair judgement
I will not be banished
As a woman of loose morals
When anouther walks so freely
With no such accusations
That I could take from the gold leaves of Medea
And make my retribution
Could I die a happy fool
Or be dragged to Hades with the guilt
Sure to curse?
A hypocrite I brand myself
No feeble arguements will I form
But do not turn the blind eye of love on her
A thousand fold her actions over mine
How I ache that my fury
Was one of fair judgement
I know not why it be so
Yet such claims
Do not boil
Nor calm my blood
The pain of loss and humiliation
Is what makes my tounge so sharp
And sharper it shall keep
Until you let your mouth
Speak your mind
To these foolish, forlorn men
If life is but a fleeting pleasure
Then I so wish
That I die for my fury
To be one of fair judgement