The burden of sanctimony

Things break down, chaos mess 
Who will you blame?
When things don't work out
Have you designated a scape goat
Hold your pouch of righteousness

Nauseated by compassion
it's better to ascribe fault in others
They can take the weight
You've defended and deflected
We can appreciate your umbrage

Who are you willing to defend even if guilty
Some overflung affection guiding your clumsiness
Tragedy the person had that makes their madness look sane
Do you paint your favorites in heavenly white
While you fix your culpability stew