Dispensations  

In the heart of a poet lurks a curse;
an awareness of all that is unjust
and that vice is honored more than apt verse
or the maintenance of a healthy trust;
a place where blithe hope may prove more robust
whenever reports say something still worse
than that which was previously discussed
of morality and the public purse.

We dare with our contrast to compare
and all in good time may detect a crime,
with no authority, (but to despair),
and search for good cheer in another rhyme,
on another day, or another night...
when rights have a chance
                                for vanquishing might.