Best Worktruth Poems
The ruling, wiling format
accustomed to its mitt,
concerned with daily door mats
to will their lifeless wit!
The cloister of content staff
all theirs, all ours, all kit
Ne're once restricting floor mats
approval as their gift!
Enhance no me're adjournment
I am not here to flit,
the truth in essay's crow spat
is sameness, sameness, spit!
And so, grave not my gross craft
that essay of de script
the truth in escrow's culled hat
remit, remit, remits!
The same old story's lulled shaft
continuations rift
to fill, to write, a form in
relating to its shift!
This labor's just a bore-in
remove me from the raft
my walk away just score in
I owe you only that!!!
He'd rather err freeing the guilty
than err punishing the innocent.
Tonight he prays for divine guidance.
Must the accused to his death be sent?
Tomorrow, with a stroke of his pen,
someone will live or be doomed to die,
depending on how judiciously
he will filter the truth from the lie.
Use the letter of the law that kills?
Or invoke its spirit that gives life?
Neither deaf nor blind, nor indifferent,
Justice gives what's due to those in strife.
There'll be no trace of blood in his hands.
No, he won't be pontius-pilating.
He'll steer the wheel of retribution
away from shrewd manipulating.
Now his mind is more or less made up.
And so is his tender feather bed.
He'll snore and dream away the long night,
with truth and with justice in his head.