The old wall-clock

There sits the old-fashioned wall-clock 
Elitist in what it’s allotted
Always watching over the flock 
Never bit condescending spotted

It sees all the wickedness 
But would never treat partial 
Although it sees the kindness
It can be sometimes martial 

But no matter the crime
It is always waiting
Counting forever time 
Never innovating

Sometimes merciful, sometimes not
But adamantly, makes all rot