These milords who areCompletely above boardHave divested me of myBeloved justice sword.They did not forget toTake away my blindfoldSo whatever I'll witnessStories can now be told.I am made to hold a bookThey call the ConstitutionI know all that it containsMilords may need tuition.I thought they'd give meAn Indian Goddess lookGold coins in the handInstead of this fat book.Scales of justice shouldAlso have been put awayWithout fear of my swordWho would want to obey?.Everyone is staring at meLike a showpiece in a shopThe first thing I see clearlyIs I too am now a photo op..Raju Moray writes a regular column for The Leaflet, titled 'Adalat Antics'..If you love the smell of paper along with spicy satire and the ring of laughter, Raju Moray's new book Tales of Law & Laughter is out now.
