Robes of Injustice
Hell, it was my judge who was implicated
in the crime the jury committed. The red in their
faces matched the blue-blood in his veins,
and I could sense his robes getting all
bunched up.
Did they know he wore nothing underneath,
or was that a secret only I was privy to?
They didn’t know I was innocent of standing
by while he raped the judicial system,
received head in his office,
and accepted bribes from those oozing guilt
and cheap cologne.
Mister foreman, have you reached a verdict?
Yes your honor, we have.
How I snicker at that: honor.
We find you guilty of perverting justice
and hold ourselves in contempt.
Now let this girl go.
- Kristi Swadley
