Drawn from the bottom as
though a vacuum
The law and the order society
Made offenses of such deep and
wide pains
A criminal is constructed for
prey
Engorged, tri-colored, and spun
into silk
Is it a national epidemic?
Hate that sates nothing with
its own venoms?
Not Shakespeare not Petrarch
then of what ilk?
That which it seeks is the
merciful aide
Forgives forgives and yet
again is spent
When justice was depraved and
malice made
Long went away innocence gone
to waste
Then punished, excoriated and
tarred,
but for beauty all alone it
was starred
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