These are the veins that disregard
Every glimpse of opposition,
Destroying truth in perspectives
That also yearn for fruition.
Such is any claim to truth
That harnesses the violence
Of obscure reaction,
Squawking with its insistence.
In court these truths are resolved
By the massive collection
Of endlessly abstracted,
Legally teased erections
Of verdicts gleaming brightly
Bearing a fiscal complexion
For conveyor and authors
Of soul-seizing infection.
Power pumps potent pulse
That occupies peaceful bones
Static crackling distraction
That tones out the doubts that drone.
Curse the evaluation
That sets inequality wild!
Curse the rules and regulations
That echo in the tiled
Order of institutional
Imprisonment! Curse the demise
Of esteem, punched contusions
By city’s violent sunrise!
People think that justice is concrete
When the whole concept is a cheat!
Profiteers are proud of their feats
Feasting on justice with deceit.
But what goddamn logic is it
That worships greed, and closets
Empathy? Here we elicit
Internal arrogant deposits
Of monetary tuition
That torques lawyer’s ambition
To create superstition
That breeds social recognition
And so I ask:
Why do legal collisions
Make right and wrong decisions
On god’s creative visions,
When they lack truth’s mission?
