The Crooked Judge Poem by Terry Dawson
The Crooked Judge
An entry bowl, a hungry child
The crooked judge, the law defiled
May all despise red robe more
Who has his debts paid by the poor
And in the court, verdicts for sale
The innocent will rot to jail
The honest men, the flowing tears
The awful waste, the hollow years.
Unfortunately corruption is a reality all over the world. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 8:38:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Injustice and corruption are social ills that bring a nation to darkness. Very incisive write.