I asked, myself,
for exactly whom,
does the bells of hell toll.
Exposing naked mockery
of our saint and sinner souls.
Un-raveling twisted clarity,
for all to witness and behold.
Just another day,
in Court, assembled in a line,
home-less, prostitutes, drug dealers
remote and penniless.
Dis-illusioned innocence
proclaiming guilty verdicts.
Deafening humanity
too weary to absorb
the paradoxes of irony.
Honorable robes of accountability
fearlessly define the cost of restitution
exhibitng our values as just society.
Gavels the price….
Two hundred bucks
and you will be a free man.
His immediate response;
“Damn judge, it’s cold out there,
was hoping you’d feed me
safely locked away,
warmed today.”
Defining the benchmarks of irony,
nakedly exhibiting our values as a society.
I asked myself..for exactly whom, do the bells of hell toll,
feeling ever so weary in my heart and soul.
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