The Law of Wolves and Sheep
The only masters of words
are lawyers and politicians,
twisting syllables into chains,
binding the public
with illusions of justice.
International law?
A fragile parchment,
easily burned by power.
The mighty—
America and its allies—
violate it in daylight,
and walk away untouched.
The court that dares to judge them—
a kangaroo court,
mocking its own shadow.
And you, Africa,
you global south,
clinging to Roman-Dutch law,
do you not see?
You punish yourselves
with borrowed codes,
carrying wounds
not written for your soil.
Justice is no relic.
Law should be a river,
flowing with the times,
not a stone wall
blocking progress.
It should shield the weak,
balance the scales,
and light the path
toward a better society.
But in the world of wolves and sheep,
law is but a costume—
a shepherd’s cloak
draped over the wolf’s back,
while the flock dreams of safety,
never knowing
they are already lost.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2025
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