Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Socialist Sonnet No. 62

 

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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