Vigilante (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

My father always told me to uphold the law

My conscious mind says otherwise

For the law is for the unwise and slaves

I found the guilty and convicted him

His whereabouts the law has no idea

A corpse craving to be discovered

Society mourns the rapist

With praises they burry him and weep

An illusion at every funeral gathering

God is puzzled with the hypocrisy for sure

Scratch my back and I pierce yours

Fate and destiny have their quarrel

Summer heat blows in our faces

Lawmakers give me a grin as I pass

They same law I use as my cornerstone

Yet I feel it has failed our community

At least half my cellmates are innocent

God’s judgement awaits me in the end

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