Best Prosecuting Poems
Is Justice blind?
Or
Has the color of a Browned skinned people been so frequently splashed,
that it spills into her eyes as it blood soaks her sash?
Does Browned skin
blind Justice?
Is Justice really blind?
Or
Is this just the ranting of a Black Anti- Police movement
playing tricks on my mind
Does Justice remember the Injustice of a kind?
Has Justice forgotten black slavery?
Men women and children from youngest to oldest
in shackles balls and chains
A whip for the back,
a noose for the neck, a bridle for the big black horse
to plow my fields as I tug forcefully on the reins
A Fugitive Slave-Clause, given effect by, The Fugitive Slave Act of 1793
Namely in part
U.S. Constitution (Article 4, Section 2, Clause 3)
Which proves Sections of the U.S. Constitution were created to keep Blacks from ever being free
By eliminating Cities, States, and countries blacks could run
to Just be
And
Creating a police to serve White Justice
For
the capture of we slaves in case we rise up or flee
Is Justice really blind
or
Can Justice really see
Does Justice know?
The renowned Hangmen
at the ready, backed by genocidal government laws and decree’s
judging scores of black ink structured as names turned to numbers
on dockets at the bottom of the Hangman’s Tree
and
hastefully pulling triggers of deaths trap doors to quickly silence sounds of innocent cries
of not guilty plea’s
eliminating chances of being imprisoned in libraries where chapters in Black Law
Hold freedoms key
shrouding the eyes of Justice with a blood-soaked sash
With this question left to be asked
If I were a Police Officer, a judge, a Prosecuting Attorney, or any Law Enforcement Official of any Law Enforcement Agency,
sworn to protect and serve the people, uphold the laws and their sanctity
would I want to be held responsible for the answering of this question if it were asked of me,
whether alone or publicly?
Is Justice really blind or is she refusing to see
that
death before proven guilty, Sentence to be served immediately
is the judgment being passed on a people
with the same skin as me?
She seared the defendant on the witness stand with a derogatory look.
"What do you mean, you’re not guilty ? Let’s see what it says in the book!
..Murder: the unlawful killing of another human being with malice aforethought“.
She pronounced the words slowly for effect.
She slammed the book shut, turned towards the jury
staring as if in pain standing erect…
“No more questions, your Honor”.
This prosecuting attorney wanted the jury to convict
the defendant of murder.
She proved beyond a reasonable doubt it was premeditated,
and to expound further,
She proved there was plenty of motive to say the least.
That became plain as the evidence was released.
The murdered victim, if he had lived, would have caused the defendant
A loss of financial gain,
Not to mention major inconvenience
and possible emotional pain.
The defendant, it was proven, had hired an assassin,
Making the defendant, she argued, no less guilty,
Around his neck the crime’s noose must be fastened.’
The jury was out and deliberated for just a little while.
When they returned with a guilty verdict,
the attorney’s face creased into a victorious smile.
The court was adjourned and the prisoner bound.
The team toasted the attorney at O’Malley’s
and celebrated with drinks all around.
Satisfied that justice was once again served
and proud that she had done her portion,
She meditatively… drove slowly home,
and scheduled herself ….
an abortion.
Author's note ; Dedicated to our youngest and most
promising friends and lovers.
I speak for all our defenseless and mute babies
"aborted" one million strong in the USA alone yearly
when I say, there is no greater mystery to me than that
which exists in the dichotomy and verbal engineering
present in the words "abortion" and "murder".
God bless us all with prudence, wisdom and love for
all His children. His Mercy is great and will lovingly forgive
and envelope all of us who ask for it who may have made
this mistake in the past. Thank you for reading this my friends.
Whatever happened to all those cab drivers
in Madison, Wisconsin with PhD's back in the 1970's?
How are all the college kids doing who cut off a finger or toe
in order to avoid get drafted for the War in Vietnam?
How many domestic terrorists with blood on their hands
are leading respectable lives with forged identities?
Bernadine Dohrn, 'College Professor' - ex-Leader of
the 'Weather Underground'... Do you sleep at night?
Whatever became of all those long-hairs in the pictures
at Woodstock Music Festival in New York in 1969?
How about all those backpackers searching for Truth, who dived
deep into cults like Hari Krishna and the Moonies?
Wuddya say, Ginni Thomas?
Where have all the flowers gone? ... They've gone the way of
ANTIFA, of BLM, of Seattle, WA, of Portland, OR, of all the
'Sanctuary Cities' and George-Soros backed Prosecuting Attorneys
who refuse to prosecute, of CRT, of the 1619 Project, of endless
COVID lockdowns, of 'The Squad' and of 'wokeness'
But if you ask me, if America could survive the Cuban Missile Crisis,
Castro, Mao, Watergate, Sadam Hussein, Monica Lewinsky, Bin-Laden,
9/11, the Dotcom Bust, the ENRON and Arthur Anderson scandals,
the Great Recession, the Real Estate bubble, and Donald Trump and
Hilary Clinton, then I guess we can survive about anything
COUNSELOR COWARD
So there was I a fresh new face ready to oversee the law
I had the mandatory briefcase, with two pencils and a Waterman pen
I’d studied long and hard for years but my future had one huge flaw
And it’s all because I’m more sensitive than most and/or all men
My co-council and deity du jour was almost as eager as I
We faced the prosecuting attorney with swords of silver hone
I felt as if I were an eagle and I had finally learned to fly
But what I knew turned into aspects of the job I hadn’t previously known
Jury selection was over and it was time for the D.A.‘s openings speeches
As my cohort and I glanced at their evidence of exhibit “A” through “L”
As my sleepless client remained, for obvious reasons, speechless
The jury filed in and it was obvious they were going to condemn this man to Hell
I count it that I’ve once again won
For being fifty one:
On this day, the 15th June
High my stereo with tweeters tune;
In noise–prosecuting quarters to Victory ululate,
In advance vowing to not later vacillate,
For only a just-caught-and-now-brooding criminal
Or the fast-wasted by a disease terminal
Would to the Euphoric say “Nay”
On man’s caution-depriving Birthday…
Really, the day to puff up one’s chest for boasts
With paid filled glasses for appropriate toasts,
Save for the life-jailed already gathering dust
And facing a tomorrow of inescapable rust
Or the piteously dying with his graveyard space
Reachable with not so much as a long pace…
Happy Birthday to the Gemini
Here in Nigeria but very sure He is in “Germany”
Already ambitiously eyeing Fifty-two years,
The prayers that should take him to it selecting all their gears!
THEIR ELOQUENCE IS UNMATCHED, THEIR INTELLECT SECOND TO NONE
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The tightening of a hangman's noose here in Bolehland gets underway....
Little by little the prosecuting team get their pieces into place to stay...
Today, the honourable AG graciously makes way...
For 2 highly regarded legal experts to lead the way...
In pursuing the world's largest kleptocractic case in the financial history of the world......
One that involves a much tangled web of deceit from Singapore to Luxembourg to USA....
ThIS financial scandal formally shut down 2 Singaporean banks and imprisoned some officials....
That these 2 legal minds are best suited for the enormous task of an effective prosecution ahead....
Is thoroughly vouched for by the AG when he soundly declared ...
That their eloquence is unmatched, their intellect is second to none..
Hohoho...
Stay alert, people, the slow wheels of justice in Bolehland is beginning to move....
The present 7charges of money laundering against a clown who was once a Prime Minister...
They are just the appetizers, a prelude to the main course that's yet to come...
The mother of all kleptocracies, the 1MDB money affair....
It is so huge and infamous, it must be handled with utmost care...
It needs full commitment and diligence from the best legal minds...
And our AG has duly declared, these two guys are the right guys...
So, for the rakyat awaiting impatiently for 1MDB further developments with bated breath....
The investigative paperwork is 60% done and is being readied....
Sit up, people, pay rapt attention, the legal drama is about to begin...
Bolehland and her AG team, they go up against an expensively assembled US legal team...
Put together by a desperate crook hoping to clear his name...
His reputation is in shreds, his klepto govmen all but history...
Jibby the clown is still trying to be funny, when zipping his lips should be a better alternative...
Hohoho....
Maleeha Soomro,mother of Barrister Fahad Malik,who was gunned down in the capital some six years ago,appealed to the Supreme Court of Pakistan to take suo motu on the murder of her son as additional and session judge is allegedly trying to give the killers relief in the case.She said that the apex court had also deleted section 7 of the Anti-Terrorism Act,1997 from the FIR.
Addressing a press conference here on Saturday,Maleeha Soomro said that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was murdered in the capital by a mafia on Margalla Road some six years ago.The apex court had deleted section 7 of ATA,1997 from the FIR and had transferred the high profile case to a lower court where ASJ Zafar Iqbal is all set to conduct a hearing in the case.“I don’t trust ASJ Zafar Iqbal as he is taking the side of killers and can grant them bails,”she said adding that he shouldn’t hear our case which should be transferred to another judge’s court.“Lower Court Judge Zafar Iqbal has met my son’s killers. Judge Zafar Iqbal is not trusted.He should be stopped from hearing our case and the case should be transferred to another judge’s court because the lawyers of our killers are being heard in the court of Judge Zafar Iqbal till evening,” the mother alleged.
A writ petition was also filed in the Supreme Court of Pakistan and the CJP should resume hearing while the case should be monitored.Justice should be provided to the children and family of the victim,said Maleeha Soomro adding that her son Barrister Fahad Malik was brutally killed by Raja Arshad,the kingpin of the land mafia,by firing 43 bullets.
She added today(Saturday)is Fahad Malik’s birthday and she has been humiliated for six years.The judges of the Islamabad High Court remarked that this is not terrorism.She said,“I was terrified when the killer Raja Arshad escaped from the scene after the murder and was later arrested from Torkham Border.”Criminals are being facilitated by prosecuting cases in the dark of night,she said adding,“I do not want my case to be decided by an unscrupulous judge because it has happened before that the judge tried to grant him bail.If the accused is granted bail then the accused will run away.”
She appealed to the Supreme Court to monitor the case and provide justice to the children and family of Barrister Fahad Malik.
Life has been a story of much to tell. Full of misery and pain, as if someone had
cast a spell. It's been so many tears, and so many worries. Will life ever be filled
with glory? Bang, bang, from the gunshots at night. Wah, wah, babies crying from
their mom and dads fight. Drug dealers selling poison on the street. Young
women prostituting, just for something to eat. Little boys being raped, by one of
their own kind. All signs are right in their parents face, but yet still to blind.
Church, isn't about prayer anymore, it's about money. People lie, steal, beat,
accuse, and laugh like it's all funny. Teachers, are sleeping with students, as if
it's a game. The law is beating, arresting, and prosecuting without knowing
whose to blame. We're fighting a war, losing innocent lives, over a phony victim.
Everyone's mad now, pointing the finger, why,we picked him. Everything, is so
expensive, nothing is cheap anymore. It's all about who knows who, and whose
going to open the door. No respect or yearning for true love. It's all about sex,
money, and whose sitting on the biggest dubs. The clubs aren't about partying
and having fun any,ore. It's all about whose wearing what, and how much money
is floating around the dance floor. The parks are no longer for children to play
and enjoy. It's for gambling, slanging, and a local dope boy. Relationships,
change like time and underwear. You never know who truly cares. It's all about
hustling and each man for himself. Marriages, hardly ever last till death.
Liposuction, plastic surgery, so you don't know who you are. It's all about big
diamonds and jewels, and of course a fancy car. Life is not paradise, painted as
this beautiful memory or smile. Life is something that to understand, it will sure
take a while....
Become simile as the burning moth
Every solitary second persist to dement her.
Whose morning budy smile is the coolness of my desserted heart
But was never stopped setting me off.
Ocean of hot tears shedding from eyes
But was never stopped prosecuting me.
Remained unknown to bereavement goblet
But never stopped barmaid to imbibing me.
Pen starts shivering with pain while writting!
How could I fix it into script, i think.
Plenty of pains hidden inside the heart !
how could I express if I will.
Though independent but in the fetter of pain
How could I disentangle from love shackles.
I I suspected I had contracted
sure death,
where would I go, where
death would not follow me?
Pandemics
like water they would
take the path
of least resistance
O' death how it followed
Me.
Preparations
concerning pure death
and death
is my name, not Duncan
being black
turned away, but I stayed.
Prosecuting
this violent strain
being burned
to a crisp
more love for a God
that only people
like you
have spelled backwards.
Profits deserve
their bottom line they
through each death
have obtained.
Children
have no understanding
Of
spreading the measles
that their
lacking deaths
wisdom
all parents would spread
through
the promotion of
death, Mmm it can.
Who benefits
the
most by spreading
black death
it took decades back
then where
man couldn't
fly
or simply put tried to hide.
A penny a day
each day when you double
that penny
won't
stay the same
as it's doubled it's worth
at the end
of thirty short days.
Death is here
death will stay whenever
some person
draws
the blood of Ebola
death
then as you know
unlike death it's kissing cousin
is freed once again
death to spread.
James McLain Wednesday, October 15, 2014
She is alone
Hoping to be loved
By a man
The one who loves her
For all she is
Good, bad and ugly
Wounded in battle scars
Across her fragile heart
Her mind traumatized
Builds her highest defense
With hidden traps
Not get into her again
Prosecuting trespassers
With sharp tongue
Attacking
In mighty rage
She is tired
But cannot help it
Not wanting
To be hurt
And not to be betrayed
Though idea of diminishing love
Still craving and hoping
Being hold
Looking at her eyes
Everything will be alright
Safe in his arms
Sorrow glides down her face
Every now and then
Afraid
Meeting her end
Never have a chance being loved
© Sue Sanzz 2020
They want to cast spells through the songs they sing
Subliminal mind control of those who buy their wicked cd’s
Their music has no meaning It won’t be a *hit
Remember Satan is the king of all tricks
A way to make money and increase their success
Satan takes control of your life it’s on destruction and death
You won’t know wrong or right
The truth Satan will conceal from your sight
They boost and brag about the riches that Satan has brought into their life
Never trust anyone, you could be their next sacrifice
Go home to mansion, yachts and f*ck your life
They sage to remove spells, curses and bad spirits with smoke
Can you feel the lump in your throat, Satan who thinks you’re a joke
It will remove those evil spirits or demons, they say
The only hope is to pray ??
Don’t play those Satanic games with his crew
When Satan comes no begging
Satan comes for your mind,body and soul
He’s like a leprechaun chasing his gold
He gives you your wants, needs and desires
Never forget Satan is the king of all liars
Sh*t ain’t natural, it ain’t right
Satan fell from heaven to steal your eternal life from Christ
Don’t play with God, pray and stay strong
They trying to test your faith
Big mistake…dead wrong
Love God don’t be fake
Gods always on time never late
They can’t resonate with your high vibrations that’s what they hate
Everybody prosecuting you for telling the truth
The wicked pray upon the elderly and the youth
Satan never stays to hear the truth or hear the righteous speak
His body gets numb, his body becomes weak
Never ignore Gods prophecy
Gods the only one to give you life for eternity
I don’t care if you’re a saint or a sinner
With God you’re always a winner
Following God is simple even for the beginner
Christianity was shoved down our throats
Shackled and chained; with no hope
Don’t listen to the wicked lies they tell
Straight line to hell
They’re recruiting souls for their master
Your soul is worth more then gold and that’s what matters
Using idols, witchcrafts, sex, voodoo and hoodoo too
They’ll try anything to amuse and use you
The wicked are weak and will easily follow
Because there hearts are empty, weak and hollow!
Political Poetry has been "Put On Call Once Again" to bring out the truth!Purjury is "Lying" and "The Supreme Court knows it"! Political Poetry was put on call to let us "Recall Jan 6,2021"when "Democracy Itself "almost came completely undone for "The Supreme Court and everyone in "the United States Of America"! Why does "The Majority on "The Supreme Court "protect a criminal who almost caused "Democracy Itself to come undone on Jan 6,2021? The Supreme Court and "The Majority on The Supreme Court has become "Unwise:"and protects those "politicians" who tell out right lies to we the people! The Supreme Court is unjust because it has stopped delivering due punishment for "PERJURY"! IS THE SUPREME COURT OBSOLETE FOR NOT PUNISHING FOR PERJURY? I THINK SO! THEY CANNOT DELIVER "JUSTICE" WITHOUT PUNISHING THOSE WHO ARE POLITICIANS NO MATTER WHAT THEIR STATUS FOR "lYING UNDER OATH IN A COURT OF LAW! The supreme court is no longer wise: It supports liars and lies while knowing the actions of the liar who is telling lies to them! UNDER OATH!STATE COURT JUDGES IN EVERY STATE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA "MUST TAKE A STAND "TO REMOVE"THE SUPREME COURT JUDGES WHO SUPPORT "LIARS AND LIES "UNDER OATH";OTHERWISE "DEMOCRACY ITSELF" WILL NOT SURVIVE,BECAUSE OF A SUPREME COURT JUDGE WHO WILL NOT PROSECUTE THE ONES UNDER OATH FOR PURJURY AS THEY CONTIOUSLY LIE!THE SUPREME COURT JUDGES ARE NOT PROSECUTING THE POLITICIANS THE POLITICIANS WHO ARE "LYING UNDER OATH"! THE SUPREME COURT JUSTICES ARE NOT DELIVERING JUSTICE BECAUSE THEY BEING "INJUST THEMSELVES! HOW CAN INJUSTICE DELIVER JUSTICE? THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! THAT MAKES SENSE! SUPREME COURT JUDGES ARE "BENT" IN DELIVERING "JUSTICE" AND THERBY BECOME SOMEWHAT WORTLESS IN A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY! THE STATE JUDGES NEED TO TAKE OVER TODAY,AND RIGHT AWAY! ASK JUDGE JUDY? PERJURY AMONG POLITICIANS SHOULD BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT!
I was comfortable with our Verbal discourse, at first Reluctantly
Sapiosexual Being, Intellect your speech, I yearned for more
The version of you I placed in my mind, Foolishly
To accommodate my infatuation
I ultimately refused to see, Blindly
I walked to the edge of the cliff with blurred vision
Already emotionally strained, now wounded, Bitterly
And don't know how to feel or how to end the pain
that I inflicted, on myself, Inconsistently
I was wrong, but I will heal
Obligated to Self to be Strong, Mentally
Self Inflicted Torment
Wondering how to escape my Mind, Consciously
Blaming my Sensitivity
Prosecuting My emotions, Emotionally
Being Loved is minimal
I valued the version I created of you, Inaccurately
But now I see, Clearly!
Your Love lacked Support, I was not your Priority
Lesson Learnt! Bridges Burnt!
That Version of Me that Needed the Self Created Version of You
Has Evolved, Balanced on a Scale with a Feather, Peace Profound, Thankfully!