THE
VERDICT
R. R. Menon
The verdict smarts the politicians’ eyes
set hard on an election win. His clear skies
fill with dark clouds as the disclosure norm
unveils the warts and all. Truth hurts
the criminal and the would-be one who
hopes to win by hook or by crook
practicing a parlour-made publicity look,
The milk at its eutectic will now spurt
in the full fire of the verdict, a spoil-sport.
Thick as thieves, they’ll assemble to devise
means and methods to look sagely wise
yet ridicule the sane Verdict willy-nilly
with selected examples that seem silly,
But hard criminals might inwardly rejoice,
their dark exploits find an extra voice
to tease the innocents’ new-found poise.
Each principle, our politician can
stand on its head. Who knows, the more
the revelations turn him black, the better his score
In his small world to taunt and threaten
the hapless voters within whose Ken
lies his notoriety, And now his full, brazen
statement would confirm it. Accusal’s, he’d assert
as false; not even one conviction, man!
Any daring witness be his dinner’s dessert.
And soon it might come to pass; ‘Disclosure’
disseminates fear in an election brochure.
The verdict is right, but wait, our long night
might persist still in this uneven tight,
till courts quickly punish the criminal
and
justice rebuilds its terminal.