POOR-MAN’S JUSTICE Where do they get their justice from? People like us Maimed and murdered; disabled and immobilized By accidents And not professional negligence homicides and genocides! Accidents in line of duties! Where does our justice come from? Our justice comes from our dubious deaths! See, she was shot dead suckling her offspring inside her slum shack It was said to be by a stray bullet and not one from his rogue reckless officers’ In dispensation of duties to quell the slum skirmishes He was twice in the stomach shot in a pub’s revelers arguments And kicked his last on his way to the hospital By a drunkard officer-a drunk officer on duty with a gun in bar!!! Yes, and it was said of him to be out of his reasonable mind- DRUNK and on duty with a loaded gun! He wasn’t a rogue officer in violation of professional codes of ethics and conducts She was brutally battered with bullets and barrel butts Until she finally gave-in living (surrendered to death) A primary school going girl of fourteen-year old-a pupil Reason, she was too violent for two-police officers and a chief to handle Too dangerous and hostile a minor to overpower three men!!! And shoot-to-kill was inevitable Guns are for killing not for immobilizing unarmed hostile minors! The power of a gun is mightier that the bills of our rights-our freedoms to live!!! She died of wrongful medication He died of an inappropriate surgery Ah! It’s said to be an inevitable accident in efforts to try and save a life! Doctors are caretakers of life and not murderers Can Doctors kill!? Her foetus was thrown into a litter bin Having not fully and verily been certified that indeed it was a stillbirth It was a premature birth death It was a newborn born without breath Salaala! Masaibu ha-aya, Maajabu ya Musa na Filauni haya! Seven hours after, the foetus is found alive and crying and breathing In those clinical waste dispensers There it was still breathing-lying alive for all those hours Waiting for its turn and time to now face its unnecessary death! To be away thrown-disposed as other stillbirth dead In those pitch-dark deep clinical waste pits Hey! Matron, how, how is it that the innocent infant resurrected? Haiya! God works mysteriously A stillbirth coming back to life seven-hours later in litter bins He-e-eh! Ngai ùrì wa magegania na mathaa maingì! (God is mysterious and merciful indeed!) And this is an (normal) accident in line of duty not a case of negligence homicide! Ah! Doctors, Nurses, Matrons and Health-workers don’t kill How can they kill and they are first-aiders of dying life She is raped by a senior nurse-her health observer in those hospital beds In her bedridden agonies and anguishes and languishes She was raped inside the hospital in her helpless and hopeless state But where is the enough evidence to vindicate the perpetrator? How is she to testify in a post-trauma coma state? (Ah! In death she can still talk) The hospital board just says it’s conducting its thorough investigations To what lead to the accused allegations (Where will they find the enough evidence?) Yes, conducting investigations while the criminal Is being aided to escape justice And health workers are angels in duty to defend us from death Where is our justice, where is it (our justice) we the status-less fooled and fouled folks Oh! Birds of my poor feather You in poverty we flock together Our help, our justice comes in our dubious deaths! He rapes her-his domestic worker in absence of his wife-and impregnates her He rapes her and stands in guard as he commands her To wipe-out, erase and delete any evidence that may vindicate him The WHO-IS-WHO, WHO OWNS THE COUNTRY-can’t commit rape!? (The Law, the Law-Enforcers, the Court, the court-Clerks, the Lawyers And even the Justice dispensers-the Jury and the Judges well knows this A rich-man cannot rape, he cannot neglect his offspring- These allegations are just slandering statements!) Wooiii! Oh! Poor girl-a school dropout trying to eke a living From where life began harshly beating her-bright but education-less For lack of school fees, now a single mother in the midst of her poverty wrecks Any effort she tries to get her justice served From FIDA to Police Posts to Court cases…………… The answer is the same-HELPLESS: Mwanamke (MWANAMKE wala si binadamu?) Pole sana lakini huyu mtu ni mkubwa sana hatuwezi mshika ama kumshtaki! Ìì so there are those whose wealth is bigger than what we are told is the law The law that governs us and No one is above it- Not even the states’ person number one-the President! (Him he is superrich and well connected that no justice can be against him!) He snatches my only Bathsheba me his poor loyal Uriah He elopes with the only girl that had accepted my unconditional conditions He is David with money might as commanding power to woo Any girl in the world or even strings of them if he may wish-wealth is a supernatural power! Why did he choose to slaughter my only single sole sheep? Sullen and stupefied I’m fooled and fouled powerless I only try to get consolations from the Dolly Parton hit song-Jolene: ‘Mheshimiwa mwenyenchi please with all due respects don’t try to take my Joy Don’t steal her from my abode-from me my Prudence, no, not my Patience Honourable Sir! You know in my state it’s hard to get another like her…………!’ Wapi, my efforts goes effortless-futile and fruitless Realizing my pains and the backlash it may accost him He decides to eradicate me (Ah! I am just but a grain of sand in the sea-sand, a rain droplet in an ocean!) Well planned like Uriah Puzzling, NAULIWA!!! They just say: the man eloping with a senior politician’s wife was found dead! We are yet to establish the motive of the killers! Case closed! Dad (Oh! I reminisce time and again of his careful care even at now he is no more!) Mum, Brother, Sister-Relatives don’t waste your time I wasn’t eloping with his wife he paid the reporters rather He bought the reporters to report otherwise I weren’t mysteriously killed, the killer will never be found Don’t waste your resources and time in court cases There were no known killer(s)-and if there were they will never be found neither their motive Chukueni mzoga wenu mkauzike- (Just take your boy’s poor body and bones and bury it And forget about its mortal existence Our poor lives must continue; poor as we are, we must unjustly learn to live!!! People like us have no justice!!!) Where do people like us get their justice from? Where do our equity and justice come from-our help? Poor patriots, I say-our help comes from the mountains above From the Lord, the true defendant of the desperate poor From him the universal Ruler-the universe’s artistic artwork Creator Not from mankind’s beneath- Truly, not in them cavorting-cohorts of courts impending justices (injustices) No, not on them dwellers of this earth From the Lord comes an everlasting eternal justice And to him goes our poor decrying cries for a just treatment! © KÌÙRA KABIRI all rights reserved.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 10:33:28 +0000
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