The Eighth Amendment Poem by James McLain

Negligence of unQualified polititions,
bowing to the hidden needs of public opinion.
Like those school bullies make.
Where as the implications mark the steep decline
of those we hold maternalistically by those whom can't raise children.
Life we live but once and this you all must bow and know
but few can over look their reason not to uderstand.
This is you the few whom want revenge.
I am you and of as such sweet numbers halved sixteen
and vulnerable to death like Romans would.
Killing just to kill and thus condemned.
No long range thoughts premeditation people make mistakes,
such as the decision to qualify some other easier time remember class.
I will Judge you,
when or if and whether or not your moral guilt dissolves.
Those arhaic books absolve you of their sins.
Rant and rave the damage done the river can not be crossed.
No psychologist, problems left unhealed you scream at them.
And your Juveniles look to Congress across the lake,
and the Jury of your peers were never experts, even if they went to school.
We can't evolve if we refuse to be like them.
Find the vein and pull the switch and force the darkness in.