Corrupt Judges Are Alive, Breathing And Mooching Poem by Hebert Logerie

There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges
But I am too civilized and decent to put them on papers
Most judges in this mess have their brain on crutches
They collude with double-dealing lawyers who beg for favors
The system is illogical, arbitrary, unjust, unfair and impartial
Justice once existed in the Bible. These days, lying isn't illegal
Believe it or not, everybody lies in court: the shady counsels
The grouchy judges, the guilty and outrageous plaintiffs
Except the innocent defendants. Great actors tend to be stiff
It's like watching Tartuffe performing in theater of the imbeciles
This is a joke watching these guys faking it all the way to the banks
Performing like legendary actors and like ants who know well the links
Surrounded by body guards who are fully aware of how the system
Works. The accused is guilty until you prove that he/she is innocent
That a heinous or egregious crime was committed. Money is the stem
Of all evils. This is a world where few people are good, fair and decent
Liars wear robes too sometimes. They are disguised like the dancers
Of the Congo bands, instead of holding gavels, they carry deadly torches
Injustice is for sale, the lowest bidder always wins. Yes, there are winners:
The crooked judges, the lying lawyers, the cheaters and the sad mooches.

Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is a writer in many languages.