Need I bother with the ballot
….Year 2000……I took note
Nine…black robed…JUDICIALS
Trumped the public’s…right to vote
…..‘Tis…circumstance……peculiar
Might some….be…inclined to ask
Why those nine folks…circumvented
…One hundred million…ballots cast
Though once held in high esteem
…..Every action.…viewed in awe
Now…it seems that final decisions
…Seldom….if ever…based on law
Cynicism…bound…to wonder
…..Credibility…..even more
Why must every judgment rendered
…Reflect the usual…….5 and 4
So…need I bother with the ballot
…Remembering 2000……I take note….
Those nine…black robed…senior citizens
….Poised…once again….to steal….my vote
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