To bring about order, we had to decide,
A series of rules to which all should abide, Made to make sense, so all could agree, To abide, uphold, and enforce their decree. The law is a system that governs our choices, Built upon values of our histories voices, It grows over time, as old laws are amended, As they try to keep true to the morals intended. The system is built upon reason and thought, In response to wrongdoings still going uncaught, The net finely woven, to catch all within, To let none escape from the cost of their sin. The web grows only thicker, so none can avoid, The whole must stay strong, further strands are deployed, Building structures on branches, defining domains, Each growth goes on growing, no resemblance remains. Abused and misused by a greed focussed few, Who dig for the holes for the right wrongs to do, Who harness the loops, pull laws through their paces, Create needs for a system that covers all bases. To completely describe all possible crimes, Lost trust in reason, a changing of times, Thought and discussion new laws have denied, True only to all the words writ inside. What once was a guide on the pathways we take, Too quick to expand, to hard to unmake, The map is a maze, that stays hidden from you, Takes years of study to be able to view. An atlas that’s shredded, encoded by fears, It’s splintered and broken to disparate tiers, The world, into blocks, into countries, to states, To counties, to regions, to council dictates. Contradictions abound when the realms overlap, Which laws are upheld and which set is a trap? Prompting of questions with answers unknown, Where can one camp that the law will condone? Where can one walk and when can one drink, What can one watch and how can one think? The letter is written, though cannot be found, Until it is broken, the law-breaker bound. Does it seem strange, that nobody knows, The breadth of the law, and the length that it goes? The rules to which all are forced to obey, Fill volumes of volumes, so hidden away. That thousands of people must work all their lives, To learn just a fraction of legal archives, Yet everyone follows, and everyone must, The laws they can’t know, upon which they’re thrust.
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