The Judge And His Wig Poem by Sarah Mkhonza
The Judge And His Wig
I am going into that god damned
Court without this piece of hair
For these are the things that show
The law is weak even with props
That hide bold heads that carry
Our people to the deep where
The old crocs swim in shallow
Water. It begins with this said
The judge as he tossed his wig
Into the air.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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