Antinomy

Antinomy

In shadowed streets where darkness reigns,
There walked a figure, void of stains,
A man of honor, stern and true,
With eyes that pierce the murky hue.

Elliot Ness, his name resounds,
Among the untouchables, he's found,
A lawman fierce, devoid of fear,
In the Prohibition's gloomy sphere.

With Al Capone, a foe renowned,
He clashed in streets where silence drowned,
The Outfit's grip, a vice so tight,
But Ness, unbowed, stood up to fight.

​With First Principle, his beacon bright,
He sought to rectify the blight,
Of laws unjust, that curtail choice,
And silence freedom's golden voice.

In this journey, a specter rose,
A legal maze, in silence it encloses,
Deep within, a mechanical being,
A lifeless sentinel, no warmth seeing.

For in the name of order's reign,
The blind adherence to the chain,
Becomes a cog in tyranny's wheel,
A tool for those who seek to steal.

The apparatchik, cold and grim,
A puppet in the tyrant's whim,
With every order, blindly heeds,
Ignoring where injustice bleeds.

In twilight's grasp, where echoes wane,
Lies the paradox, a haunting bane,
For Elliot Ness, the valiant knight,
Fought shadows deep, with all his might.

In its grasp, the unjust laws cling,
Like chains that bind, a silent sting,
For Ness, though pure in noble quest,
Was ensnared by laws, not justice blessed.

With each decree, a conflict sown,
'Twixt righteousness and law's cold tone,
Enforcement wields its heavy hand,
Oft guided not by justice's stand.

In the dance of power, dark and sly,
The Rule of Law can oft belie,
Its noble guise, a cloak it wears,
To hide the truth, to veil despairs.

So Ness, though brave, in valor's might,
Was shackled still, by law's cruel plight,
Injustice thrives in legal bounds,
And noble hearts, it oft confounds.

Though Elliot Ness, a legend grand,
Stood firm against corruption's hand,
The antinomy, it left its scar,
On a man who fought, but couldn't mar,

The rule of law, its iron grip,
Its contradictions, none can strip,
For in the end, it's man who bends,
To laws unjust, and justice rends.

In hindsight, we see, the error of this way,
A blind devotion to authority's sway.
The lesson learned, a warning to us all,
To question power, to think, to stand tall.

When we yield our rights and freedoms dear,
We risk becoming pawns, our fate unclear.
So let us remember Ness, a man of principle strong,
Yet flawed, a cautionary tale, forever long.

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