Summer seeps through the window
And forbids my melancholy of the night before
A month as bright as may
Traverse through this City
Named shame.
Shame as to why
We care not how
The plunder of our souls.
What is right?
What is wrong?
When lawyers can be bought,
And journalism is sold.
We crave
And we fight
For paper
Entitled to buy
All that makes us, our right.
A month as bright as may
Traverse through this City
Named shame.
But to no avail
I see
An unaccountable agony
That should reside
Between you and me.
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Lawyers can be bought! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.