The Beast Poem by Rachel Hughes

The judge in our county is as crooked as the beast.

He oppresses the poor from his judgement seat.

On the unfortunate, he tramples and trod's.

His favorite past time is trying to play God.

Whenever the rich commit a crime.

They don't worry, because they don't have to do the time.

In the beast court's justice is denied.

Whenever the rich offer their bribe.

And you don't have to ask why.

The beast on the seat excepts every lie.

you don't have to ask why.

The Truth hasn't been derived.

Or why when it comes to equality the poor are deprived.

Because the beast on the seat you can buy.