Judgmental

Judgemental...yeah that's the word
From a correctee to the correcter 
Souls roasted and tempered
Taking on that steely look 
And stance
Leave that to Whom 
It is for, they say
Don't sit on His seat, they thunder
You are guilty of worse, they boom
Soon as they are caught in Wrong's boat
Fishing on seas
Of determined iniquity.
Lash after lash
They dish
Serving retorts hot
On plates of spite 
Laced with malice 
For Truth.
On and on it rolls
Like Dangote's trailer tyres
Till evil becomes white-hot
And is inducted 
Into good's Hall of Fame
Forcefully, of course.
Correction and right
Has its visa revoked
Into myriad of souls
Pitiably.