The Practice Poem by Charles Monroe

The figure hollows the aura
The Smaller follow the bigger
The fearful follow the righteous
the righteous follow the sinners.

It seems we've wondered in circles
Like snakes that eat at their tail
Its good to touch with the inner
But not to swallow oneself

Beyond the laws of attraction
or of Judicial accords
There lies the cause of destraction
with the initial reports

Freedom rings and deports
Justice flees and reports
So whos' the stenographer
Who sees and records

Life is a court room
and we the defendants
Hoping the Judge will not
Shorten my sentense.
P.X
8.9.13
8: 44pm
Pacific Standard