Classic Poem

I look with pleasure towards a brighter day.
Not one beyond the stars — tho' that may come —
But one wherein my hand I'll get in play,
The hand that, modestly, doth push the plumb
Wherewith I write these records in my cell.
Then let the thief his guarded millions watch.
Then let the cut-throats in high places tell
Their creatures to be wary and to snatch
Their other victims out of sight — away
From where the Law's long arm will sudden come
Once I have got to Court and said my say —
Once law hath rescued me from this foul tomb.
Till then my lawyers strong will toil a-main
Until the links they break of this Hell-chain.