Poetry

In major acts
of witnessing
these cynical times
as a minor clerk
from the bench,
at a system which passes
out sentences
by corrupt judges
acting like Platonic cave 
dwellers all over the world
with soap operas
drama kings and queens
having transgressed
any real time truth
without irony,only rumor 
or any sense of humor
by exploiting motives
of personal innuendo.
          
Over beaten up pages
of records
at a hearing
a thousand lines long
these long robed guys
having explored
words through cases
of evidence 
with dull domestic faces
looking like tombstones
in a Dickensian world
to judge and jury
saying in a straight face
who is guilty or not.