English Magistrates Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

By Stanley Collymore

You talk often enough about truth,
freedom and the execution of justice
but your words are both meaningless
and cheap, as there’s no substance,
whatsoever, in what you say
as regards to any of these;
for you’re still the instinctive
and ever accommodating rubber stamps
of the Crown Prosecution Service and a crooked
and out-of-control police force whose very name
once emblazened your courts; and where,
despite the cosmetic name change, the
debased mentality and corruption
between the three of you
stay solidly the same.

Yes! You are the
shameless sycophants who,
without a scrap of honesty
or morality to even superficially
penetrate your endemic mediocrity,
masquerade as an unbiased judiciary
yet have no awareness, that can be readily
discerned by anyone, of what either of these
two concepts correctly symbolize or actually
mean in reality.

Hence, no independent spirit –
provided, of course, you were ever
capable of such –
will ever be allowed to revoke your
remit decreed by others: orders to
which you clearly attach so much;
let alone deliberately undermine
what you regularly, fraudulently
and malevolently pass off
as objective scrutiny
in your hostile and
kangaroo-style
deliberations
regarding those hapless men and women
whose status, and even their right to life,
you daily challenge and arrogantly see
as vastly inferior to your own.

So why, given the nature and levels of dishonesty
so all pervasive within the English magistracy,
are you so surprised that I’m not taken in
by the machinations of what I see as
unelected and unaccountable charlatans:
a situation where nepotism, privilege, secrecy
and the rapidly spreading cancer of freemasonry
are entirely out of control and, quite frankly
it must be said, have permanently killed
off whatever notions still remained of
justice for everyone in England
stone cold dead?

© Stanley V. Collymore
1 April 1998.