(Epigram For A Corrupt Prosecutor)
Scales of justice swing so slowly
for your sin,
Snatching silver secrets safely sheltered
skin.
We see your shadow stretch a shady stair,
And mock the ''justice'' sleeping soundly
there.
They once were held in high esteem
the pride of each judicial dream
The ones who had the final word
when arguments have all been heard
Their loyalty was guaranteed
all virtuous, in thought and deed
Nine beacons of integrity
the last step in democracy
But privilege has hidden flaws
where Justices corrupt the laws
Their shameful greed has tipped the scales
their broken oaths tell ugly tales
The solemn robes of black they wear
belie the truth of what dwells there
A Court bereft of moral code
consumed by seeds of greed they sowed
Let the fall of your habits come while the windows are down,
Let the fall of your memories come in this tremendous town,
Let the fall of your appetite arrive until it is not deserved,
Let the winter come when you have not truly lived anymore.
Let the snow roll over in your dreams,
When the door was open, you were in false fallacies,
Let your little shadow cast on me,
I never took your appearance leaning on me.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Bury until you are falsely clean,
Bury all the pictures and candid acclaim,
Bury our existence until we are buried in our graves.
You were a tiny dragon,
I was looking for a pure pigeon,
While you used to breathe on my shoulder,
I was counting on your deathbed wishes.
Until your last wish, I am only mine,
Could never be your candid appetite.
I am used to being my own paradise,
Where fall lasts only two months.
They smiled beneath the tender moon,
With lips that told of love untrue,
And hearts that shifted like the tide,
As fleeting as the morning dew.
They whispered secrets, soft as silk,
And danced with grace in lovers' arms,
But in their eyes, no flame remained,
Just shadows of their fleeting charms.
They left behind a trail of sighs,
Of promises that could not stay,
Like petals from a withered rose,
They fell, then drifted far away.
Oh, disloyal women, bold and free,
You wander where the heart can't see,
And leave a broken melody.
I know a disloyal lady from Eliot
In the beginning, she was very sweet
Whatever she did or done with her
She always sent me tweet
One day I visited her town hotel
She gave me a worst treat
She was sitting with anonymous
They came there for something to eat
I came back to home crying
My body got full of the heat
I sent her message saying goodbye
And left to go through her street
One year ago she called me
She said sorry and wanted to meet
I ignored her by saying
I don't like disloyal meat
This all I remembered today morning
Sitting on my university bus seat
She was rider of two boats
Used me like a veet
Listen Imran, don't talk bitter
People just like to listen sweet
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