Can Justice Be Just, Just Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

The law hangs around our necks
It makes us pay taxes so the likes
Of us can experience life as citizens.
What do we do when it locks out
Some of us who we were hoping
Would one day join us on this
Road to citizenland? I feel justice
Should not play tricks and just be
What it claims to be, just, just.

For who wants to sleep when they
Know the door is unlocked but people
Cannot come in for one pen has said
With one long squiggle, stand outside
The door for you are a certain hew and
Not supposed to have doors open for
You to come in, no matter what your
Condition?

It is when justice takes the shape
Of one thought and not the shape
Of another that we become wanderers
Who can end up in the mouth of
Those who want us to be no more
Including the weather. These eliminators
Of life have always been stopped when
Justice and fighting together win. I think
We need another ally when justice
Refuses to be a part of the battle.
Not so sure which one, but hope it
Is time to look at the face of hope
And wonder if it will come in and not
Change into a squiggle like the one
We had before.