Lawists

As mini-bus taxis fly by left
In the entrepreneur’s lane, yellow

Victims bereft
The grief of the loss 
Mere smelter’s dross
As a new world is crafted
From cracked pot-shards

The wailers at the service 
Ululate the grief
As passers-by watch and cry
In disbelief

The antics of the few
In control
Controlled by none
Above the law

Lawists

As a racist sees superiority
(An assumption wrong)
A lawist acts superiority
As superior
Is above
above the law

Whilst the widows’ tears 
Pave new roads 
Down dry-cracked 
Faces.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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