No Justice; No Peace

Increasingly with undeniable frequency.
Protestors picket.
With words to hear claiming,
Their valued democracy...
Has begun to being noticeably to cease.

They blame corruption.
And political dysfunction.
Lawlessness committed.
By those they picked.
To have qualities of leadership.
But continously discovering,
Them to be juveniles.
Mentally unfit as if proud to be,
Sitting in the halls of justice.
Displaying their overwhelming,
Incompetence.

Proving themselves no different,
Than children who lie in public to say...
A wanting to wish to be forgiven.
To claiming to love,
Their baked potato salted and peppered.
With a dollop of sour cream.
As many loved it that way.

But when caught in private,
Kicking the maid.
And throwing dishes against the walls.
Videotaped with just a towel on.
Yelling to scream,
They requested their potato baked.
Smothered in butter.
And their roast beef rare.
With tips dipped covered in gravy.

'No justice; no peace!'
Are those taking their protest.
Where criminals live in mansions.
Believing themselves far from scrutiny.
Beating their mistresses.
And home-made sexual homo slaves.
Videotaped and seen to be dragged.
Back into one of many rooms.
Demanded to please the pleasures.
By one who says in a public statement,
How wrong they were to have been...
Mistakenly caught going off the deep end.
Once again.
Yet this time promises,
If given forgiveness...
They will start psychotic therapy to begin.

And back to the courtrooms,
Those same protestors arrive.
Obviously weary.
As to who and what,
Real justice is deserved.
And to which sick misfit.
Should this diminished democracy apply.
To come unfortunately to realize.
From coast to coast.
The only peace and justice there is,
Comes to those,
Exposing themselves naked.
Without clothes.
In hotels or behind closed doors.
Forgetting cameras and videos.
Shown.
Eventually begging to receive forgiveness.
For temporarily being discovered,
Secretly thinking to be discreet.
Hoping...
Their beating the Hell out of justice.
Will be accepted by those judging,
How desperate a piece not to get...
Can be!
Only to be left disgusted,
For what they did to do...
Unintentionally for the public,
To believe what they see repeatedly!

'Please.
Please, I hope my apology you accept.
Normally I am not like that.
Since publicly and at times in private.
My pretentiousness is expected.
And those who know me,
Know I dress to impress.
And yet there are some occasions,
When I have no time for myself.
Left to be stressed.
By the media and those I invite.
Nagging me to get undressed.
Then disappointed they become,
To assume it to believe...
They can leave me left feeling,
Equally depressed.
After...
I requested champagne and room service!
Where is my justice?
Where is my peace?
I'm the one innocently judged.
I'm the one,
Who has been deceived.

And...
If this is done to me.
It will be done to you too!
Accept,
My notoriety...
Has way of interfering,
With the goodness of my intentions!
Innocently to go misunderstood.
Leaving my emotions,
To go out of my control!
So...
I hope I am forgiven.
For displaying that human side of me.
Again!'

Geeessshhh.
What a heartfelt performance.
Almost close to being believable!