High Crimes


                                                The higher the criminals

                                                And the greater the crime,

                                                The lesser the chance

                                                Anyone will do time.


                                                If there is one thing

                                                We’re loath to expose,

                                                It is that our rulers

                                                Are wearing no clothes.


                                                The old law that power

                                                Will corrupt and debase,

                                                We fancied did not

                                                Apply in our case.


                                                Our checks and our balances

                                                Are all in the past;

                                                Without due precaution

                                                They never could last.


                                                With each day that passes

                                                We look more like Rome,

                                                And low-roosting chickens

                                                Are all coming home.

                                                David Martin




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