Justice – Archie Greenidge

Justice, justice, justice!
Where art thou? ye Stewarth?
Justice is the very warmth of an inn,
When interred from the bitter slippery, frosty storm.
Justice is the norm.
It’s illusive to the door, like a very fastened door,
Cannot be entrusted to flurry mind.
Justice must be mandated.
With justice the waves are calm,
There is never a harm.
No one needs justice until
They themselves are imprisoned.
Justice is not heresy,
It’s the healing of the soul.

A Strange Justice – Afzal Shauq

The one
who is supposed to
give me justice has
amazingly declared her heart
as a court,
she herself as a judge to hear,
her brain as a lawyer to plea,
herself witnesses to prove,
even then
her decisions are also based on
the rules and regulations
mentioned in the black book of law,
she constructed herself
as per her own willingness too.

Cant Get No Justice – Eric Cockrell

black man
in them poverty chains
cant get no justice
in them sterile white courts.

blue collar man
in them grimy working chains
cant get no justice
in them insulated courts.

freedom man
in them speak out chains
cant get no justice
in them walled off courts.

poor woman, ha!
in them second class chains
cant get no justice
in them man-god courts.

you and me
in them angry tired chains
cant get no justice
in them fictional courts!

Bush Justice – Charles Harpur

A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams
Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,
And to sell to, my men too! from whom, through the nose,
Until then, I had screw’d just what prices I chose;
And for this, to be sure, I so hated the man,
That I swore ne’er to rest till I’d settled some plan
Whereby in the Lockup to cleverly cram him!
And so to my Super the matter I put,
Who thereupon ‘found’ a sheep’s head near his hut,
And the ‘how came it there?’ was sufficient to damn him,
The Beak before who I then lugg’d him, as you
May suppose, being neck-deep in Squattery too.

‘Twas a beautiful Hearing, as noted at large
By the Clerk (who was bonuss’d)-sheep-stealing the charge;
‘Twould make your hearts laugh in the Records to see
How we bullied him out of his wits! -I say we,
Because while on this side against him 1 banged,
On the other the Beak said he ought to be hanged,
For a gallows-grained, scandalous son of transgression!
And committing him then-the case being so plain,
We sent him three hundred miles ‘down on the chain’
To his Trial-and eke to his ‘acquittal’, at Session!
For what care we Squatters for Law on a push?
And for Justice! what has she to do with the Bush?