Poem a Day, Day #9

Objection! Your honor? Sustained! No longer.

Gavels arenโ€™t real.

Black robe, clean shirt; occult, pervert.

The jury had its meal.

Motion! Denied! Appeal, he cried.

The devil had his day.

Sentenced? Went Free! Another day, trickery.

Justice? Not today.

Sneakers, hooved feet. Murder, on the street.

Lessons never learned.

Crooked smile, misery. Profiting in lechery.

Black robes to be burned.

#poetry #poemaday #poemaday #artstr #artstr #gfy

Reply to this note

Please Login to reply.

Discussion

Probably the first lawyerly poem I've read. I like. ๐Ÿ™‚

Happy to deliver! Thank you AK!

Gavels are a psyop created by the legal industrial tv show complex. I have never been in a court room where the judge had or used a gavel to do anything.

nostr:nevent1qvzqqqqqqypzqead4r35g5evh7p0peczguhzf3ufdc8pe93rt6kt42jtsctq2gt3qqsdkhdjrhmxxldlgg85380a95ulu3qghc0wrrddcct7j96uxxgm3hg46xmue