Poetry

Law

written by: alf hickey

God helps those who help themselves
So the lie is said
God let me lose to live

I am the law
Says God, says I, says Dread
Who is the law ?

Interpretation is the law
Fixed in a lawyer's lying
The law of the law

The white elephants walk
Though the truth burns them
They tease the sun

All good things buried
Buried deep below the light
Stamped by the beasts above

Must the zombies rise ?
Must they pull white elephants down
Dirty their whitewashed skin

The law is dying, because its lying
The law is white against black
Not black and white, but rich man's grey