Party Politics
The law’s
the law, without fear or favour
Or it’s no
law at all, merely the whim
Of law
makers who feel they’re free to trim
Statutes to
suit themselves. How they savour
The power of
impunity they presume
Is theirs by
right as they’re elevated
Above the
common herd who are fated
To be the
law’s dupes. There is always room
For any
self-promoting succeeder
To cross
fingers and then apologise
If caught
breaking his own rules or telling lies,
Especially
the Prime Misleader.
The
blindfold on Justice slips and, too late,
Sees herself
as a hostage of the state.
D. A.
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