Chapter 5: The Justice System Up For Sale

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The "justice" system in the land,

Is quite puffed up and oh-so-grand;

We're told it's there for you and me,

When we need help to a large degree.

But this, dear friends, is nothing but a mythic tale,

To find true justice here is harder than to find the Holy Grail!

If you think the justice system's not a business, really reconsider,

For it's a product up for sale, all to the highest bidder!

Lady Justice likes to show a grand, impartial front,

With care for truth and right – she acts so plain and blunt;

Yet this is all a thin veneer, quite false and oh-so-fake,

For she's not blind at all, but strongly on the take!

An accurate depiction of Lady Justice

Whenever someone seeks some help against the big and strong,

To balance scales of justice, and to right the wrong;

In their face the Lady Justice quickly slams the door,

For she's not there for them at all; she's quite the high-priced whore!

And don't forget, it's plain to see, the halls of justice are for show,

It's all designed to make quite clear that they are up and you're below;

Their rituals are done with care, to make you think that it is real,

They even decorate the room with flags and quite the fancy seal!

The room itself it organized in most deliberate way,

To show the state is there on high, just waiting for its prey;

And all of this is put inside a palace made of stone or brick,

To hide from view hypocrisy; it is enough to make you sick!

And when the judge dressed up in robes so finely knit,

Comes in the courtroom to the place where he will sit,

If you don't stand in homage or aren't very kempt,

The judge, without a care, will hold you quickly in contempt.

Typical Court in State and all across Mighty Land

But such a one-sided and powerful exchange,

One must admit, should seem so very truly strange;

To have a government official with acts of such power regal,

In a country that says power can be only of the people.

Now then as if that is not bad enough, there’s one thing more,

The state itself controls the courts and says who they’ll be for;

And so it should not come at all as a surprise,

The state has made itself immune, yes, even when it lies!

And thus that means that if you are a victim of the state,

A state employee did you wrong, with crimes both small or great,

Quite likely they will never be assigned responsibility,

For, laughing, they will simply hide behind the state machinery.

The Governor of "State"
(We hear he is trying to become Vice Ruler of Mighty Land.)

And there behind it all, smugly sitting, pulling every string,

We see a politician who seems much more like a king;

He is the governor and rules the State, in this he really revels;

So, you see, to work, corruption must go to the highest levels.

Against this system the Brave Little Lecturer boldly charged ahead,

When others would have given up and merely turned and fled;

He knew quite well what was the score and how corrupt it was,

But that did not deter him, for he had a righteous cause!

He followed the procedures, and the college protocol,

And went to the Chameleon, where he told the story all;

Chameleon was supposed to be the University protector,

Of equal rights of one and all, yet he was a neglecter.

Just like his very nature, the Chameleon showed a front,

And acted very helpful, like he was on the hunt;

And made the Lecturer believe that he did truly care,

But it was all an act, you see, an act beyond compare!

And then one day Chameleon, Big Boss’s loyal minion,

Showed his colors, bright and true, removing all opinion;

For it was plain and clear to see, Chameleon served not right,

But power of the University, covered by state might.

No shame had they on the administration, neither did they fear,

No matter even if they broke a dozen major laws quite clear,

For, bold as brass, they knew they merely had to make a bullshit claim,

Then laugh and wait for the state to absolve them of all their blame.

In the face of this corruption, the Lecturer held the line,

He wouldn’t be run over, to retreat he did decline.

Like Eugen of Savoy, or gallant Suvorov,

He told the University politely to bug off.

Then he went to No-Hope, whose last name was Foryu,

Never had their been more aptly named a silly shrew.

No-Hope you see, did hold the job as Civil Rights Protector,

For the government of Mighty Land, but she was an affecter.

Yet, as shrews go, we have to say, she was so very cute,

And in her robe and judge’s wig, she looked to be astute;

But sadly for the job to which she was assigned,

Her skills were not quite up to snuff, she really lagged behind.

The only thing No-Hope Foryu and all her fellow shrews can do,

Is listen here and listen there, then give to you the right to sue,

For the Protection Agency, for all its puffed-up propaganda,

Is but good at just one thing – writing memoranda.

Next the Brave Little Lecturer, the true and noble knight,

Sought help – as we know – from Big Bark in this fight,

But once again, that aspect of the story we know well,

Big Bark was not for justice, only for the state’s cartel!

The justice system, we must say, is quite the heavy joke,

But not the kind that's really funny, but the kind that makes you choke;

With all the big corruption, in the system of justice we see,

It’s clear that it’s for state and money, not for you and me.

HERE IT IS, SO SAD TO SEE,
THAT JUSTICE IS NOT FREE.
BUT NEXT WE'LL SEE WHO REALLY WINS,
THE LAWYERS DO, WITH ALL THEIR SINS.