Law
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No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
So Things Have STEPPED UP Now ...
To What Clearly Amounts To A ... GLOBAL Lockdown ... !!!
Cos We’re Facing A War ... UNLIKE ANY Before ... !!!
But Who’s Really Sure What They’re Fighting For ... ???
There is a rich Wall Street investor
Who is a digital wealth master.
One day, crypto prices rise,
Thinking that selling is wise,
He lost and faces a sequester.
It was never easy. But now it is harder.
Seems harder no
Is harder
When I didn't know, they came
Like wind
I was alone
I was free
Free and alone
Hope,
a hallow word
nothing without hands
or heart.
Each day awakens
children cry
stock markets crumble
the world is a lie.
But to imagine a world
Andy and George were two young boys
Stuck in a class with no toys.
Bored and ready to go
The time was ticking way too slow.
Reaching across the aisle for a tap.
Hit poor Andy under the shin cap.
There once were three mice
Summers, Simon and Tice
And all day long, they would hunt for quail
Through fog and rain, snow and hail.
In a straight line, they marched as one
Up and down the marshy run
Each one of them is a suspect,
The air is thick with suspense.
The verdict wasn’t decided yet,
So the anxiety of all is immense.
They all look so uneasy,
Another iron python hisses
Billows unnatural poisons into the air
Burns passed scarred jungle
Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands
Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
Note: A short story based of of the Warrior Cats book series written by Erin Hunter.
The drum beat of a life.
Constant, unwavering.
The voice of a child.
Small, helpless.
The words of desperation.
A last stand, a final chance.
The cry for help.
Life is full of twist and turns
Sometimes you'll be sad
Sometimes it'll burn
It'll be good and bad
Don't think your alone
I'll be there every step of the way
So change your tone
Don’t go to law school.
Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism.
You’re going to have so much debt.
Why on earth would you want to be a lawyer?
Even when I was extremely young,
I knew what I was meant to do.
Fighting crime from the court room
That's what would make dreams come true.
From the beautiful court buldings,
When I become a lawyer, I will make my contributionsTo the field of law and society by giving a free consultation.
Things happen in life that people can’t always control.So I know you'll need someone to console.
Heating the cold
Braving the dark
Being bold
Seeking the unknown
Years pass
Memories fade
Gone; but never forgotten?
The old cliche
Stacks of files
Silent whispers
Read me
Welcome to America,
I said and truly meant.
I hope you'll find it lovely here,
We have no government.
There's no government
There's no rules
There's no one to tell me
I have to go to school
There's no government
The laws don't count this week
I can park from here to corner
For $10 an hour, I am a shield.
I will physically put out a small fire,
Stay to the back as a crowd rushes before me.
I will wield the fire hose and perish in my theater.
I am a liar
skilled in the ways of manipulation
like star constellations, I connect the dots,
thoughts leading to rotten deeds
committed in secret. And to you
It’s a pretty picture in the sky
A thirty-mile thick crystalline wall
Shrouding all sight like a bride’s lacy shawl
We chisel and chip at its translucent sides
Revealing, bit-by-bit, it slowly confides
The secret of perpetual motion
What a shame, how we all were treated before,
False accusations, people judged the color of skin.
Our potential, needs, and feelings were forgotten, ignored,
Our worn and torn shoes, no one has thought to step in.
