Enigma

human rights are tattooed

in his mind.

yet whence he smelled blood money,

wore he, black knight shoes.

scent of injustice

fogs in million ears.

dextrous playing

dirty politics, he is.

he sees titanic sun

but never the state of us.

 his mind smothers

naked truths.

distracted, he is,

by cosmic prayers

against him. cherub of chimera's

born to lie!

be the man, clued.

he's a venal lawyer.

now, who is he?