An albatross looms on the
Way of justice
And delay is the legs it is standing on
And its horns the denial that
Pierces the suspects
Men wait and Justice is not forthcoming
When it comes
Its course is thwarted like
An aircraft in bad weather.
It is dangling between
The truth and falsehood
And attorneys make compromises
Judges sell it like pure water sachets
Bought by truant school children
On the dusty streets.
It has grown wings
And flown away
From the reach of citizens
And oppressors have added
Feathers to these wings
And far it has flown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
between the truth and falsehood, there is life.