Tried At The Court Of Injustice Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Resolving matters with clansmen,
And clanswomen without head gear,
Tells a story of imposters who
Give out rulings, that are from
Over eager minds, that do not
Read the books of the law,
Written in their minds.

These jurors wear wigs like,
The fungus on rotten food.
Mice squeak into their ears,
As they give out the laws to
Them the judgments they read out.

We reopen the case and get a repeat,
For who wants to fight a rotten legal
System, where ignorance flies on the
Wings of gulls, that utter a defiant cry.

We have been brought to this court
Of injustice, for our case was thrown out,
Because of false witnesses, who argued
That nasty women wanted to sit, in
The oval office and rule the earth.
Speaking from rotten podiums,
With no gavel in the hand.