The Legal Foul Poem by Sean C. Harrison

We only wondered what could atone this:
This smear of injustice too much for words,
Too great for tears that puzzled even the ancients;
How men, consciences dead, could raze a people
And not raise them from their despair.
How could they not their cries hear?
But their laws were not ours.
And that guise gave them leverage we couldn't dream of.
That foul of supplanted spirituality
Made our lives the hell we know today.
Trapped between gods and worlds
That foul hurled us miles from port.
And as centuries come and we court failure
It remains stark, naked and unashamed
Of its unabashed decadence.