You have a razor-sharp mind
And a barb wit
You speak eloquently
Your long black damask robe.
In your court
You have a zest for verbal combat
And strongly worded views
On all issues.
But when you scribe your notes
They are all lies
Your lying pen emits
And the cries of the oppressed.
A wise and experienced man
Armed with hired hands
That trapped litigants
Laden with fortune
And waiting to be swooped.
You traded the gavel of Justice
With jet ski and muscle mustang
You love to acquire high-end things
At the expense of people's rights
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem