Amazed
you would be
if but
you could see
the manner
in which
such
Laws
are made
It starts
with a bill
must be
quite
the big
thrill
to take
from our
children
Most sacred
of all
Constitution
your
Bill of Rights
twist them
turn them till
you know
not what is
right
For in
such
a way
laws
Are now
made
With out
forsight
then
changed
again
by ones
own opinion
They not us
Not of that
which is right
In spirit so
changed again
Arbitrarily so
Ambiguously
Premeditatedly
Thus made so
Then a law
it is not
Stupid thus
ignorant
I am
Alone am I
In what is
the Law
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