Are his sins so great to justify the harm?
Are your hands so clean and white to
Ridicule; alarm?
Was your time so wisely spent
To spew your words of hate?
Will your judgment passify
the hurt that you create?
Is your throne so golden
To stand above the rest?
Do you feel a victory
To shame, to crush, to jest?
Do your means enthrall the lack
of something you hold dear?
Does your “court of justice” claim
support of comrades who live here?
Did you think before you tied
The knot upon the noose?
Do the stains upon your soul
Justify your truth?
If you can answer “yes” to these,
I shall kiss your feet alone
For you started the trial
Fanned the flames
The conclusions, you shall own.
If you cannot answer “yes” to these,
You’d best leave well enough, alone
Abandon reckless disregard,
And abdicate your drones.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 10:45 AM UTC
Are his sins so great to justify the harm?
Are your hands so clean and white to
Ridicule; alarm?
Was your time so wisely spent
To spew your words of hate?
Will your judgment passify
the hurt that you create?
Is your throne so golden
To stand above the rest?
Do you feel a victory
To shame, to crush, to jest?
Do your means enthrall the lack
of something you hold dear?
Does your “court of justice” claim
support of comrades who live here?
Did you think before you tied
The knot upon the noose?
Do the stains upon your soul
Justify your truth?
If you can answer “yes” to these,
I shall kiss your feet alone
For you started the trial
Fanned the flames
The conclusions, you shall own.
If you cannot answer “yes” to these,
You’d best leave well enough, alone
Abandon reckless disregard,
And abdicate your drones.
In response to The Court Of Bardic Justice, Case #1; Poet Accused.
Lori Jean Vance 02/11/2011
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