Font Color='#880000'An Epitaph For My Friend [english Sonnet] /Font Poem by David Zvekic

Though you're not dead, you died so long ago,
When truth became a trick of entertainment;
No honour in that right whereof you go,
The light was snuffed out by a Lawyer's raiment.
But you don't even well-conceal the truth,
It is a concept so completely foreign,
To such a tar stained intellect as you,
The truth is as your smile is, never worn.
What words, you proffer in them dull response
(To say they contradict, is being kind) :
You rail and rail against the evidence:
A concept which, at best, eludes your mind.
  Whatever Justice was, you've sucked her life:
  She can't be pimped - She's not some shyster's wife.

-April 11,2006