When ridicule is all we have
then ridicule we must,
releasing pressure from a valve
and holding on to hope
we trust that
thickened skin will puncture
and shame will show its face
pomposity and hubris landing
‘cross the human race.
Alarms are being sounded
a wake up call is heard,
the brewing storm is chewed upon
by teeth that have been bared,
as things begin to rupture
in the pages of our time
we know that justice will arrive
to disinfect his crimes.
When power is unbalanced
the pendulum will swing
lets hold on to the hope of hopes
and see what justice brings…
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