Lone lanes lie like locusts
…everywhere they turn
Suspicions steal their smiles
…cutting off family
…then friends
…just as dorma machines do great trees
Always drumming in their heads:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Imagine the heat in that tight box
II
While polis trick to pave their ways,
Corpus rate to pull their strings
And laws yeah to flow in win
They are supposed to stand tall with no ruffles
No matter the winds of blackmail
…breaking their resolves
Just imagine manipulators going:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Oh the heat in that tight box!
III
The bench is a punch of restrictions
…needing the hunch of care
…and a staunch will
It is boredom and stardom for freedom delivery
…in the prison of justice
That is the breathing reality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019
