A Grain in the House of Chickens

A grain of maize can’t plead its case

in the house of chickens —

where every mouth is a verdict,

and justice ends in a beak.

The weak don’t win in hungry courts;

truth gets pecked before it speaks.

In a system built to swallow you whole,

silence is the only meal that lasts.

How can one expect fairness

where the system is built to feed on flesh?

Where justice wears the butcher's coat,

and mercy is priced per portion.

The System Eats Its Own

The Luo Poet - Poetically Speaking & Writing. 

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