by J. Morah

Created on: May 22, 2009

Madam Law

Let them plea, the innocent first

Hear their throats broken with thirst

she said

as she drove the guilty, a knife through the heart

for the wrongs in which they played their part

Justice will be done my way

A price, the treacherous all must pay

she said

as she led the innocent away from the blame

and caged the guilty in a thousand chains

She goes home at night and sleeps in her bed

Closes her eyes and rests her redhead

As faces and names and hands that have bled

Swim in her dreams and turn eyelids to lead

Next morning, I wake without a curse

To load the guilty into the Herse

she said

as she loads on make-up to cover the scars

of years spent striding past iron bars

With my iron will and my iron tongue

I'm going to help you imprison someone

she said

as the innocent sob on the witness stand

and the Bible is coldness under the hand

You won't get away with it, I swear, next time

You won't, you're mine, you'll pay for your crime

she said

as the guilty swarm gloating away from the jail

and the innocent drown as Justice turns pale

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