Listening to that Terrible
Beauty
Flowery words with all
promise of hope:
All created equal except the
poor
The enslaved and the
incarcerated
What else it requires of
existence
But blood of the lambs and blood
of the babes
Fructified by wide misery and
rage
It yields as its Gavel and
evidence
Lawless disorder announced
from a bench
precedent to precedent made
virtue
denial obscured as of
decadence
was never true, nor just, nor
merciful
Pleasing in words what the
body endures
Tormented and tortured, yet
good appears.
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