Ill conceived
the envision
designed to flounder.
The trump up
to fall flat faced.
The face-saving
evasion of transparency
a face the music
symphony of drama.
The calumnies
stuttered
in unfinished sentences,
The repetition
of infamy,
a broken record
staccato.
The tautology
of consecutive broken
feathers in cap
until it is undone.
YOU ARE READING
justice flies
PoetryNo matter what, the lawlessness will meet its end. This time demanding transparency beyond all the veils of power. Let justice speak for everyone, not just for the happy few.
