In robes of black, the gavel strikes,
Supreme Court stands, its power unlike.
A battlefield where ideas clash,
Rewriting rules with every word, dot and dash.
Justices wield their pens with might,
Shaping the landscape, day and night.
Their words like arrows, piercing through,
Transforming politics corrupt anew.
With each decision, lines are drawn,
An ever-shifting political lawn.
Redrawing boundaries, left and right,
In search of justice, to dim to sight.
Opinions differ, fierce debates,
As Court's quill alters enumerable fates.
Balancing scales with careful might,
In quest for truth, in judicial light.
But as they scribe, they must be aware,
Of the consequences they then share.
For the political tapestry, once untorn,
Bears the marks of those who've sworn.
To navigate this realm with grace,
The Court must tread a more tempered pace.
For in their hands, the future lies,
A nation's destiny, the just the wise.
Categories:
redrawing, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Let’s all go to war again
remembering our fallen men
time for another slaughtering
history never taught a thing
We can learn it or relive it
we always take the latter
primal instincts haunt within
let’s see the blood splatter
Putin, Hitler, Napoleon
a rotation of our allies
An evolution of weapons
win or lose still taking lives
Winners don’t win they survive
Enemies die before they rise
redrawing those borderlines
never ending satisfied
In time there will be a treaty
with neither side retreating
both sides take a beating
yet still we keep repeating
Yeah because we’re evolved
the apex with a complex
a deep desire for conflicts
killing for context for a resolve
Let’s all go war again
remembering our fallen men
let’s add many more to them
I guess we’re off to war again
Categories:
redrawing, history, humanity, war,
Form: Rhyme