Party Politics
The law’s the law, without fear or favour
Or it’s no law at all, merely the whim
Of law makers who feel they’re free to trim
Statutes to suit themselves. How they savour
The power of impunity they presume
Is theirs by right as they’re elevated
Above the common herd who are fated
To be the law’s dupes. There is always room
For any self-promoting succeeder
To cross fingers and then apologise
If caught breaking his own rules or telling lies,
Especially the Prime Misleader.
The blindfold on Justice slips and, too late,
Sees herself as a hostage of the state.
D. A.