Diminished Justice Poem by Mark J. Schulte

Diminished Justice

Two score less 4 years, she was pinned to a bed!
Well, in fact, she's not sure - was it all in her head?
Not sure of the places - not sure of the years.
Three nips of vodka - or maybe six beers?
No matter - the 'process' is all but stopped dead!

She'll show that Jebbie the power she wields.
A legal bigwig -- but his fate might be sealed...
when she turns up the volume - cries 'I was attacked',
...sits back and watches Dems over-react.
From 'Me Too' convictions, there ain't no appeal.

Is she a martyr? Is she a tool?
Is she enlightened? Is she a fool?
Nobody knows and everyone cares.
The 'process' corrupts and the 'process' ensnares.
The salient thing is the power to rule.

Someplace, somewhere justice is done.
Truth is revealed, vindication won.
But that isn't SCOTUS -- the 'process' is broke.
Daggers are used and they're under the cloak.
And we're all diminished - in the long run.