Poem: Mea Culpa...for Now

How can someone be guilty
when it doesn't take much
to overturn it and make them
innocent again?
Money in indulgences
confessing your sins
you have a brand new
and unsullied
soul.
If the verdict can be
overturned
what use is it?
A moral victory
one for the books
A bright spot of hope
for Justice
for a little while
but it doesn't last
It doesn't stick
there are no repercussions
you can brush it off
dust off the inconvenience
and go back to doing
what you were doing
all along.
And no one can stop you
their protests are
ineffectual.
You know they cannot
touch you
you are golden.
They say that karma
will come round and catch up
but it doesn't help
anyone else in the time
they wait for karma
to finally get here
And those who are destroyed
could have been saved
if not for a weak
and indecisive
and ineffectual
enforcer.
You smirk because
this is true
and you  know it.

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