The Law for the Lowly
Oh, heavy the iron that binds the obscure,
While grace is reserved for the high and mature.
He gave out the poison but stands at the gate, Demanding the prison for sharing his fate.
The Mirror of the Crown
He who tossed stones from a fortress of gold,
Whose tongue was a weapon, sharp, reckless, and bold; Who branded the house with a modern disdain,
And left a whole lineage bearing the stain...👇
The Weight of the Irony
For words called "baloney," for "stupid" proclaimed, The speaker walked free, unchastised, untamed.
Yet a citizen mimics the master’s own art,
And pays with his freedom for playing the part.
A Dose of His Own
The very same architect of bitter word,
Whose mocking and malice the populace heard,
Now shrinks from the echo he crafted himself,
And locks up the poor man to guard his own wealth.