Justice

Five hearts vain wrestle, veins pump, pushing tar,
Dark blight penumbra, dim blackens the bar.
And minds of incision, with scalpel sharp reason,
Carrying the day, sense’s traitors make treason.

Clarity transformed and equities veiled.
Adherence to book, measures mere mortals failed.
Advocates rising, traditions of polity,
Mask plaguing charades of pox inequality.

Cores of Justices rarely comply,
Supremes in their chambers, construct their replies.
For in certain straits, must this justice make deals,
In cross chequered playgrounds, truth’s claims are revealed.

Where then does justice bright shining hide light?
Presenting her outcomes in stark black & white.
For all that they argue, with evident claims,
False choices, dichotomies all that remain.

So polish the brass plate announcing the scholars,
And brighten the dawn of these darkening Mullahs.
Welcome the advocates, called to the bar,
Worthy descendents of precedents far.

And guilty and innocent, all pay the price,
We puppets of elegant legal advice.
Both sides encouraged to fight with the middle,
As Roman law burns us we masses play fiddles.

Stare decisis et non quieta movere.
(maintain that which has been decided)

© Sam McKeon 2015