“My bout of hope and despair
Momentarily grew heavier:
The black robe was hideously dark.
I could not sink the illumination in.
There he sat, like a savage uncaged
Behind a carnal, corrupted disguise
Of neutrality, under the mask
And ether of justice.
With a tongue of burial and
A hangman’s gaze,
Held me in contempt.
Hatred is not a legal value.
When justice is kidnapped
By its own emotional blackmail
Like a solitary miser
With no one to confess to
Law stands at ground zero
Forced to exit the back door
Lamenting the plague of fables
Of steel justices giving cold shoulder
As soldiers do in their glory of trenches
To the fat of their fear”