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  • Writer's pictureJoel Wordsmith

Bullet in their Head



One court, One Judge

// poetry

Like a spider do they weave
A web of deceit for the masses
When I see the web being knit
My mind, a murderous thought passes.

Do not test the poor
The Creator empowers the weak
Do not test the “perceived defenseless”
Your sustenance shall shape shift into bleak.

A breath in time you are,
You cowardice filthy-rich man,
What do you do for a living?
Building a civilization mirroring a sinister plan.

The best ‘blueprint to kill’ wins
In your sphere of the uber rich,
Watching the brazen perversion of justice,
My stealthy arm begins to itch.

Who can harm you when you’re done?
With the Cult’s supporting wheels you’ll run..
The court room hammer with fungus and gangrene.
In the greatness of Britain you’ll pridefully see the rising sun.
I say this won’t go on too long
This erroneous system that weans not evil
Be a time when there’ll be a bullet in your head
Then, let’s see if the case is “criminal”, “civil” or “upheaval”.

I only follow autonomous choice making in everything I do,
With integrity in my heart, unbending
Your best lawyer defends the wretched guilty to the bone,
Same man out there, still wickedness vending.

E.g. That wretched lawless little pawn playing 'Tiger'
Drove over the poor on the sidewalk
Perverted right ruling in the same court
On tv, Friday evening gives us all a righteousness pep talk!

Are we serious here?
They shoot at us as we helplessly bark..
At random will their judgement fall from heaven!
A bullet in their head, In the Dark. 🤫

Thank you.

 

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