General Discussion

A panel from UN Human Rights Council bold
Declared in a tone stern and cold,
“No tycoon nor grand czar
Gets to outrun the law—
No matter how gilded their gold.”

Yet that maxim, so boldly professed,
Finds reality somewhat hard-pressed;
Like “all are born free,”
It sounds fine—Q.E.D.?—
But proof lags behind the request.

On PBS NewsHour came a post late at night
That set many brows furrowing tight:
Experts said crimes
Crossed humanity’s lines—
Not mere rumor, but grave legal plight.

The report, to the DOJ’s surprise,
Met the FBI’s old cries
With a skeptical stare:
“There’s large-scale abuse there—
And trafficking writ large in the files.”

They warned, “Do not say ‘Let it pass,’
Or sweep shards of the truth with the glass;
Resignations won’t do,
When accountability’s due—
Courts must act, not just issue a mass.”

From a letter in twenty-twenty’s gloom,
Sent to U.S. Attorney’s Office for the SDNY’s room,
Came allegations stark,
Of abuse in the dark—
Nine pages of horror and doom.

Then a headline made royalists wince:
“Arrested: Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, once prince.”
Trade reports, it’s alleged,
To Jeffrey Epstein he pledged—
Confidential memos sent since.

Said Thames Valley Police with care,
“We’re investigating what’s there;
Public interest is keen,
We’ll report what we glean—
But for now, we proceed aware.”

Some asked why conspiracists stall,
Why no victory laps at it all;
They foresaw partisan sin,
But the net gathered in
A well-heeled, well-connected cabal.

So we’re left with a republic’s test:
Can the mighty be made to confess?
If wealth shields the few,
Then the old promise rings untrue—
And justice remains just a guess.