I know a senior solicitor ,
Who is truly a navigator,
From the promising oath,
Taken on the Bible.
He argues not in court,
But in hs official fort,
Reads the minds of clients,
Gleefully catches the ignorant
Listing out his daily calls,
He works out a clause,
As whom should he
Fool the day.
He summons the rich naive,
Speaks volumes of praise,
Flattering him to levels,
With high praise and distractions.
The clumsy conceited man,
Believes his words to the full,
Acts by wielding his strength,
Of unfair 
money and exclusive rights.
The solicitor designs schemes,
To deprive the birthrights,
Of a sibling who honours ,
Truth and justice.
The two hand and glove,
Think that they are above,
Hoarding other’s funds,
By deceit and manoeuver.
The solicitor and the ignorant,
Coaxed by false security,
Make a grand depository,
Of funds not their own.
A professional cheat be he,
Swearing on the holy scriptures,
Wrongs each and every one,
Unaware of the final trial.
The last call is very near,
As the solicitor is in his twilight ,
Wish he and his pet be thrashed by,
The eventuality of destiny.
Meenas Poems 
3 replies on “Solicitor Swears By Satan”
the one who judges and acts accordingly maybe forgets he has to be judged in turn. Fate wins through in the end.
Ah fate may deal the final blow to the cheater…but to those who have been cheated little is gained.
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