Font Color='#880000'An Epitaph For My Friend [english Sonnet] /Font - Poem by David Zvekic
Though you're not dead, you died so long ago,
When truth became a trick of entertainment;
No honour in that right whereof you go,
The light was snuffed out by a Lawyer's raiment.
But you don't even well-conceal the truth,
It is a concept so completely foreign,
To such a tar stained intellect as you,
The truth is as your smile is, never worn.
What words, you proffer in them dull response
(To say they contradict, is being kind) :
You rail and rail against the evidence:
A concept which, at best, eludes your mind.
Whatever Justice was, you've sucked her life:
She can't be pimped - She's not some shyster's wife.
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