By Lola Archibald
Because we were told so, we must live
To watch you rule with a paper fist
And wield your weapons - ink words that turn to mist.
In our neat classrooms, we are at your feet
We read your crafted words and heavy judgements
Where you’ve made grand promises of Justice.
Though outside our books and in the sky
Floats a poet’s kite, whispering and grey
And now we wonder when you say
All are equal before the Law.
Because we are lucky, we must live,
And live under the protection of your paper fist
For us, like iron. For some, like mist.
In our hushed libraries, we read your books
Pages filled with careful prose, judgments
And in them, unkept promises of Justice.
We know that outside our books and far away
There is steel, smoke on a bloody breeze
But still we hear your inky voice wheeze
All are equal before the Law.
In memory of Refaat Alareer.
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