1. Ode to the Corrupt Judges
By JH Sayyar
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O robed deceivers on high marble thrones,
Ye who weigh gold more than the sacred law,
With powdered wigs and hearts as cold as stone,
You twist the truth with smooth and practiced jaw.
The scales you hold once glowed with justice' fire,
But now they creak beneath ambition’s weight
You trade the people's trust for dark desire,
And sell their hopes beneath a seal of state.
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O learned lips that once did virtue speak,
Now mutter bargains in the backroom shade,
You write your judgments not for strong or weak,
But for the highest bidder’s masquerade.
Blind Justice weeps behind her broken veil,
Her sword now rusted, her blindfold askew,
While you, with pen and power to prevail,
Rewrite what’s right to serve your chosen few.
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How splendid is your court in marble dressed,
With oaths and lies in equal measure sworn,
Where widows beg and orphans are suppressed,
And tyrants leave with dignity reborn.
What songs you sing of "order," "peace," and "right,"
Yet silence cries beneath your gavel’s fall
You turn the law into the tyrant’s might,
And walk untouched behind your granite wall.
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Yet time, O judges, bears a truer scale,
And history’s lamp burns brighter than your name.
The people stir; the winds begin to wail,
And call your legacy by its true shame.
For when the sun at last shall flood the room
And show the cost of every bribe and sin,
You’ll find no robe can shield you from the doom
That truth prepares when justice rides again.
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