The neigh comes from the horse’s mouth –
not logic why it can’t be done –
though same, the politicians’ tools,
vague promise – when research complete.
Enquiries – best hold-up employed –
investigations incomplete
in hope there will be no result –
agendas move on in a week.
Delay until lie outruns truth,
prevaricate to slow the case,
with loss of witness’ evidence,
statute of limitations breached.
Our justice oft karma controlled;
another life away maybe.
But that is why eternity
provides full sentence, not mere phrase.
See, falling scales about our eyes,
as folded sheets, our deathbed wrap,
means blindfold of true justice tied,
and we are justified at last.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces curated and published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion. He has, like so many, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com