Treasure Island

Christian Tobechukwu Okafor

(September 4,1987 / Nnewi, Anambra State, Nigeria.)

Kidnapped Lady Justice


Boldly I step into the dock
'cause of the last hope of the mocked
Always anear to save the just
From the crooked and stony hands.
But I meet the Lady's absence.

My heart sore, my eyes raised asky,
I submit to my slayers' sword.

Oh, who can vouch for poor me now,
The voice of the voiceless gagged now
And her blindfold stripped off her now
So she'll see my slayers' highness
And be 'chanted by their false wealth?

My heart sore, my eyes raised asky,
I submit to my slayer's sword.

Oh, I now know what has been lashed.
The good Lady has been kidnapped
And her hands cuffed behind her back
Keep her double-edged sword strong-tied
From smacking the truth on their lies.

My heart sore, my eyes raised asky,
I submit to my slayer's sword.

Oh, the scales now off the balance
In my Lady's hapless bound hands
Deny me the gift of her hands,
Her balanced judgment between poles.
Thus, they have kidnapped my sole hope!

My heart sore, my eyes raised asky,
I submit to my slayer's sword.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
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