If a fallacy is a common misconception, Is a fallacy a misnomer ?

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Justice lies in the interest of the forceful And the wrath of means that are unlawful A brutal curve during 1800's African prison system was brought through Guiltless spent time in cells Consequence of the pass laws No ground to stand Observing the defeat over their land No legacy to mend With their bare fits and wits, They had inheritance to shed Civilisation introduced to Afrikans The ideology is a slow process Resounding failures frontal setbacks, Bright darkness Even today You and I is a witness Or you missed that ? Now Last of all comes the severe man, About whom we have to wonder, We abide as Slave citizen He came through a form of a revered writing Wearing a complexion of the slave master Whence is he, or is he an enigma or his coming is a paradox Does he exist as a palindrome in happiness or in misery? In length or in depth In fact, There is, however, A list of grieving interrogations I have, Which I should like to consider first. Most of them are illegal, Some of them are liberal None of them are answered Yet weakened in various degrees By the strength of reason and law scenes. I mean those which are awake when the Reasoning powers are asleep, Which get up and travel around without rights Without any knowledge of self or state of belonging; With a potential of conceivable accusations or crime, However cruel or unnatural, Of which, In imagination, They may not be guilty. Very True, I declare; But when a man’s pain beats drastically; Conforming under a feast of sorrow failure comes home to reside Just before fear of prosecutions goes to rest, The solution is a systematic arrest Which remains being the nature of the rest, Invoked characteristics lays tests, The visions which he has on his bed Are least irregular and defective. Which marvels out in sleep. Arguing like a temperamental insubordinate, That he who Is mistaken about the crime Is a jailor in that he is mistaken? Or that he who stumble in poverty or liberty Is a poverty-stricken or libertarian at the time he is misunderstood, In respect of the error? Give or take the era, he is lame True, we say that the game Is the fact is that neither the poverty-stricken nor any other cause of life course and the skill ever made any sense In so far as he is what his name implies; Soiled with dirt and false diseases until their skill fails them, and then they cease to be skilled ****** smart drug traffickers, artisans that paint with blood to be even Not even the confused sage with no name is present at the time when he is what his name implies; though he is commonly said to misjudge, misremember, drift To stray and roll until the truth slips up out of bed and that’s never sad While he stumble until he trips up and I also adopted the unremarkable mode of misunderstanding. But to be perfectly accurate, since you adore accuracy, Would it be prudent to declare that the ruler, In so far as there is a swayer, is not liable to error, Or measuring the greatness of the dishonourable, as far as that is the case, Never commanded for the interest of the hopeless; Should I rest my chase or less, wake up read the book of those who offers little with no hope Or else, The area of imprisonment would be minimized, no chance to be analysed and the subject is designed to execute commands; and therefore, as I said at first and now repeat with me, Justice lies in the interest of the forceful.