Bring me your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, So that I might asphyxiate them and coolly call it fair dealing
I am everything foretold of the Rapture, in all its glory Only the exact opposite, and without a hint of irony
I am the red line on the sign that reads as such: “You must be this tall to ride Lady Justice,” Anyone who comes up short triggers the guillotine
I am the prize that rewards shady dealings As long as I get a lucrative kickback in return Kinda like a pimp or a crooked DEA agent Screw me and feel the sting of my backhand Or worse; feel the cool steel of my justice
I am the law of equivalent exchange Perverted, beaten, sodomized and tricked-out To the most discriminating influential Johns
I am the system of loopholes and unpaved potholes Designed to consume the broken remains of the nameless So that they’re no longer public eyesores in my utopia
I erase what is already invisible.
I am the sliding scale powered only by gold and privilege I am splendiferous bureaucracy and idiotic letter of the law I am the thorny rod for those who dare to dream
I am the absurdity of criminalizing mothers with the audacity of hope
I ensure that the have-nots register their nots And enforce that their have-nots are not legally binding In accordance with the Law of Nots, Ensuring that their nots Are not someone else’s have-nots
Or God forbid, another’s have-somes
I am the waking, walking, Living, breathing, Relentless, incessant Nightmare of the voiceless who find Far too little comfort in the charity of others
1. "you know how I feel about this one, but..." In response to Reply # 0
I must say again... The last two stanzas are truly what make the poem. There is a great show of honesty, brutal in fact & disgruntled emotion which makes it all the more better. I'm glad you posted this here.