The Law has Regained her Sight

day on that innocent black six-year-old, who was thrust into the spotlight of racial prejudice?”

He is the same age as me. I wonder if that day made him forever angry, resentful, and full of hate. You couldn’t blame him if he grew up with a chip on his shoulder. I hope that he did find a pathway filled with peace, happiness, and contentment.

When I got home that day, my parents did not ask me, “What did you learn in school today?” I can’t imagine what I would have answered if they did.

Poetry Adewuyi Ayodeji

Ilorin, Kwara State, Nigeria

Behold a useless old man gadding about like a squid one who should take control of the home one with whom should be entrusted the security of babies why turn yourself to a parasite why become a lawless person in town?

One who defies justice is just a tiny being before God despite your conspicuous misdemeanor, your audacity is superb you make all girls empty barrels you make them walking corpses with coercion do you strip them naked heartlessly do you force your ever erected thing in their privates.

You useless old man behold the teen girl you just defiled yet you dare the law to bring you to book you say the law is too weak to wrestle with you the law is a cowardly being in your presence your reason for harassing the female gender? Is this a spell or over-indulgence?

You are stronger than the law the law bends in awe before you the law becomes a fool she looks on vainly the powerful can dare the law, a nonentity dare not.

The law was one strong, blind woman with a steady grip of her sharp sword routinely, closely trailing lawless people to strike the powerful opened her eyes and here she revels in their garden her sword in good possession of the powerful, so they parry it effortlessly.

Woman, you jerk uncomfortably in the garden hearing fellow women groan in pain lose your vision forthwith, seize your sword from the powerful and strike this useless old man first.

Of what value is law if it can’t cow anarchy?