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THE RULE OF LAW
There is a very pungent smell
coming from the legal well.
In chambers,
hidden behind the back corner
of the courtroom wall.
A wretched scent
over there in the heart of the court yard.
A malodor from the Bar
coming from the courthouse halls,
to induce social war.
A stagnant rot
in the Crown’s evidence DOC
for which the COPS
lease has been locked.
There is a stale wrenkh
from insurgents on the Bench
for which there is no defence
that makes logical sense.
There is an unbelievable stench
of lawlessness and decadence
without reasonable decent.
But I respectfully object
to this legal pestilence.
Where the hijack “ADMINISTRATION OF JUSTICE,”
is being held hostage
it does not want to play it respective role
of enforcement
justice
deterrent goals.
To restore victims restitution sold.
A wretched odor,
causing a wicked order
that grows bolder
even as the judicial hearts grows colder.
The Justice Ice Age has come and stayed,
leaving a rancid foul stink
with “...THE SHADOW’S FIST” link.
Axing,
the equal rights and fair justice stage
against the best social advice
of our murdered sage.
A pervasive legal famine
with a long dry spell of truth
that has not taken root.
A indescribable reek
that has threaten the meek,
killed the social justice geeks.
A rotten decomposing whiff,
that catapult the noble plaintiff
off the “SEAT OF JUDGEMENT”
cliff.
Drought has hit hard and long
extended
prolong
because honesty is all forlorn,
and has no inviting legal heart to write upon.
In the long expanse of decrepit legal desert,
where justice does not speak;
interest in the “TRUTH SEEKING FUNCTION”
does not want to come along,
and be counted as belonging
to the brave noble ones.
We are like mushrooms
kept in a walled garden
with a wide brim over our heads,
and kept fed on horse’s excrement.
We are uninformed and told nothing,
just kept in the dark.
Legal Poet
