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 © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015
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