Once upon a time
The law was clear
Commit an offense?
The jury sits near
Discrimination or grievance
The act must come first
Then the law steps in
And gives you it's worse
But it didn't work
The money didn't flow
Only isolated anecdotes
So the law had to go
Now we're all guilty
No matter our actions
Our money is theirs
Proof is our objection
No standards of law
Guilt is your plea
Original sin the charge
The verdict is guilty
Every child is marked
The past is their stain
There is no parole
It's loss is their gain
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Winner x 1
Last edited: Sep 11, 2021