Writing Wrongs

The outcome’s not what you intended

You were sincere, yet they’re offended

As if your points had all been bended

At the speech you gave tonight

Careful now, who you’ve befriended

That party, of which you attended

Played their games, as they pretended

They were behind you in this fight

By now, for sure you’ve comprehended

To play this game, ‘tis recommended

Hide your morals, they’re suspended

For fairness can’t compete with might

That judge’s chair, it’s unattended

No gavel there, our ethics ended

This world we’ve made, place we’ve tended

Can’t tell wrong, from what we write


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