Impressive in Teutonic robe, <br />no wig but earnest lines that spoke <br />of pitfalls and the human mind, <br />possessed by greed and fest'ring need. <br />He had been there a thousand times, <br />seen shifty eyes and fidget fingers that <br />betrayed the trace of turmoil still in place <br />in here, the sober halls, so scarce of fame. <br /> <br />As my most able man, adviser to the lost <br />and shamelessly betrayed, <br />allowed his points to flutter high <br />inside the silence of Justicia's home, <br />then to descend upon the learned minds <br />to open doors and wounds devoid of scabs. <br /> <br />Impartial was the ambience of the judge, <br />he had, of course, decided on the truth <br />which lay before us all, a fragile thing, <br />but filled with beauty of the essence of a man. <br />'You will, it so appears, not stand and face <br />what through your hands has brought you shame <br />and to the world you call your own, <br />I urge you, Sir, to act in worthiness of what <br />the tailor has created in your salt and pepper suit.' <br /> <br />I sat and thought and took great care to take it all <br />within the nervousness of innocence of mind, <br />flashes of goodness came as fleetingly as stars, <br />to shoot from firmament to God's elusive plan <br />and faces smiled their little smiles just as they passed, <br />leaving behind a wake of courage to be shared, <br />and staring down the human trash dressed up to be <br />what in his life he never ever could attain. <br /> <br />There was sweet victory, yet no one cracked a smile, <br />their bag of tricks found little gems to fill their spades, <br />it will be years they say, a monster of a while, <br />but we shall have that feast of wine and accolades. <br /> <br />No evil can and will prevail unless we fail <br />or crawl beneath the bush of juniper to hide, <br />I shall stand proud and be the skipper of my sail <br />until the day they say that bastard pair have died.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-account/
