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The law is an ass--so says the ass...

The Law and the Low

The low suffer most the blow of the law 
And no better do they fare with its flow:
From injustice to injustice it carries them
But none ever calls this a flaw.
For like that, perhaps, she can’t help to be,
Born of the mighty as she is.

Once, though, every eternity the cords of 
patience snap:
Justice is demanded and swiftly she comes.
It's time for revolution, the clash unto ash 
between the classes.
By saw and seesaw there'll be newness abroad:
The old system teeters as its sinews are severed
And from cakes of blood springs another;
That long denied by law is now seized by claw,
And from star to tar the mighty tumble
As their thrones are lowered for dwarfs to 
mount.
Upwards go the erstwhile low 
To be class dwarfs no more 
But the mighty of the land.

Amidst this newness, though, an old song 
soon intrudes:
In voices faint and mournful we hear it sung
By those from star to lowly tar fallen.
In fields and taverns, at work and at play,
It dwells on lips bright and sullen;
But up above behind stately walls where
stands the palace 
None but the children dare sing it—
The song they once heard old papa sing,
Which loosened his lips like a wicked brew
But now binds them shut like a glue. 
When from frolics they break
In their playfields green
And in palace parlors
At once warm chants from their breasts erupt
Which with glee and charm they long sustain
Till every soul feel their lips beguiled
To render accompaniment in a whistled melody.

Then swirls the music about every ear, and all can 
hear the palace ring: 
“The low suffer most the blow of the law 
And no better do they fare with its flow:
From injustice to injustice it carries them
But none ever calls this a flaw.
For like that, perhaps, she can’t help to be,
Born of the mighty as she is.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Wood Avatar
April 17, 2018 at 2:40 PM
Wow! A powerful poem Agona! This is masterfully written.
Coreggia Avatar
May 15, 2017 at 7:23 AM
Agona, this is a brilliant write. A 7 and a favorite:) Amitiés
Apell Avatar
May 21, 2017 at 12:34 PM
Anne-Marie, glad to hear you like it! Thanks for the supportive words
Dietrich Avatar
July 18, 2016 at 3:21 PM
imageRY
Dietrich Avatar
July 18, 2016 at 3:20 PM
Deep and wise, Agona. In the end, the low are the ones who suffer the most. This was very interesting imagey and reading.
Apell Avatar
August 1, 2016 at 12:23 AM
Thanks Andrea for the kind words!
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