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a poem about lawyers
The Man in Black and White
Black – A source of power; some find despair
A sign of solitude or an earnest prayer.
White – A sign of light
Or sorrow, as you may deem right.
A man covered in such is neutral, just and right.
He is like the dawn or the dusk between the day and the night
Down the ages he carries this blame on his shoulders
He is in fact, one of the most seriously misunderstood creatures
An eye on the balance, another on the sword
God’s true spokesman, a man true to his word
But a lot has changed over the question of could would and should
So concerned with what they could, some forget what they really should.
Now just words – equality, justice and good conscience
The Bar’s Degree has diminished to a mere liar’s license.
A law-man’s life is full of perils, choices and pain.
He can choose to be a boon or a bane.
With this I call out in this cavern of darkness – at this darkest hour of night,
To one and all to light the beacon of hope – the beacon of light.
A man must learn to know what’s wrong and what’s right
It’s a great responsibility – to be a man in black and white.
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