Unjust Justice

My privacy leaks in front of these jobless throngs\ Of which many are seated to see me convicted of my wrongs\ Declared to them by a seemingly Mr. Know all;\ A black-robed, white cotton-haired nicompoop, awaiting my fall.\Is your brain bettered by your spurious white hair?\ Or are from your books, judgement fair?\ If truly i've sworn by a name greater than yours\ Then let Him only judge me, with no flaws\ Why being paid to negotiate my future and life\ With words- pifles and lies that cut deep like a knife?...if your order moves me closer to my end\And death twitches me in the eyes, your plight will be known soon my friend