Truth In Sackcloth Poem by Richy Alzy

Just is a fable; Equity a figment.
When truth speaks, secret faints.
But all rights ain't fair,
And all fairs don't seem right.

Undaunted honesty doth pay,
Unthwarted modesty a hear-say.
Doesn't a little deceit then have a face?
If funny, folly foul did surface,
Like the tortoise from its cunny shell.

Goodness all day prays for bread,
That wickedness enjoys everyday.
Lobby laziness lies even above glory,
Sweaty hardwork cries in misery.

Evil sits on high and beautified thrones,
Filthy rags receive great accolades,
Nudity welcomed with smily ovations;
Tell me, Justice still bears a name?

(C) 22-Oct,2014.