Blind Justice of Quotas
The gavel falls by decimal,
The judgement by percent.
The individual decreased to small,
A fraction of intent.
The scales she holds no longer weigh
The implication of the crime; They total up
The data-set to clear the queue of time.
Injudicious eyes are bound
To grids of black and white
Where no extenuating ground can alter
Wrong to right.
We trade the law for calculators, Truth for
targeted numbers.
Escaping fair adjudicators for anything that
computes.
She stands in stone, a blind sum capture to
A pie-chart, crown- a goddess turned outdated,
While column weigh her down.
A ledger filled, a ratio net, The target achieved
And clear;
While justice weeps inside the trap of a
Mathematical World.
My husband likes to start his day
in quite an injudicious way
He wolfs down cold coffee yogurt
topped off with frozen egg yolks
And though he's never ever smoked
~ I think he'll die soon of a stroke
Full of mice was the house,
As was my head, full of lice as well.
On those mice, daily the mighty cat fed;
Like pets, behaved the mice.
A mouse here, the massive cat has seen.
On it to heavily once bounce for dinner.
Into their nests, refuge they took;
Silent like a graveyard, the home became.
The environs grew shier and more moribund;
More foes the mighty slayer cat had created.
Upon hearing of his disappearance, only to rejoice,
Out for a vesperal dance, all stupid rats flocked.
Shockingly to only notice late cat’s cousin among them;
Invited by some injudicious daughters of rodents,
The lives of an ethnicity to foolishly endanger;
Not knowing that at night, all cats are black.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Shooting the Satan's children is an easy, injudicious death, brother! Drag them to the town, And let the affronted crowd stone them to death.
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