except it isn't

If it's a crime that
you hang in my eyes,
twisting hard swung
in my mind and heart;

If it's a crime that you
make of me art, a museum
sprawl of fixed statues and
portraits of me caught reacting,
as you play your part;

If it's a crime 
that you've commandeered 
every ounce of my language
and meaning, and tongue;

I pronounce in this case:
the whole wide world,
not guilty! By reasons insane, 
and a sentence:
deserved,
but
unwon.