The Law Poem by The First Shrike

Amazed
you would be
if but
you could see
the manner
in which
such
Laws
are made

It starts
with a bill
must be
quite
the big
thrill
to take
from our
children

Most sacred
of all

Constitution
your
Bill of Rights
twist them
turn them till
you know
not what is
right


For in
such
a way
laws

Are now
made

With out
forsight
then
changed
again
by ones
own opinion

They not us

Not of that
which is right

In spirit so
changed again

Arbitrarily so
Ambiguously
Premeditatedly

Thus made so

Then a law
it is not

Stupid thus
ignorant

I am

Alone am I
In what is
the Law