839. Where once green and white with honor flew,

SONNET 839
By JH Sayyar
Where once green and white with honor flew,
Now trembles beneath a sky of deep dismay;
The sword of justice rusts in crimson hue,
As tyrants thrive while innocents decay.
Laws are penned, but seldom are they read,
Or bent to shield the rich in velvet lies;
Poor man's cries fall silent with the dead,
While courts grow deaf to truth, justice cries.
Corruption stalks the halls where wisdom sleeps,
And power bows to bribes behind closed doors;
Each stolen right, a wound that festers deep,
While silence buys more chaos than before

Yet still, within the storm, a spark remains!
A voice, a vote, to break these heavy chains