The labourers son
Goes straight to prison
The magistrate stern and proud
The freemasons son
Is given a fine
Injustice cries out loud.
The government speaks
Of a classless society
And a justice that is blind
But its scales are lopsided
Through its blindfold
It spies.
Position and money talks
As it glares scornfully down
Upon those below
With snobbery it frowns.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
wrongly It has always been not what you know, who you know that matters, enjoyed the read
so very true
And so it has always been. A great write with a good point
many thanks, yes sadly its so true
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