report.htmBOOK "The Most Corrupt British Judges"

POEMS BY DR ADOKO ABOUT LAWYERS

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01.    The Light and the Squirrel.

02.    Lord Lester's Conspiracy.

03.    Lord Lester's Lashes of Malice.

04.    Lord Lester the Noble Thief.

05.    Director John Rendall: The Evil Spirit.

06.    Solicitor Anne Coles. Monument of Abuse of Power.

07.    Solicitor Anne Coles: Judgement by Sex.

08.    Solicitor Robin Lewis: Blackmailer of Judges.

09.    Manager Mark Hone: The Spaniel.

10.    Abusers of Power.

11.    Abuses Breed Abuses.

12.    Buzzard.

13.    Cage.

14.    Consummation.

15.    Cover Up.

16.    Criminal Masquerade.

17.    Do-gooders.

18.    Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

19.    Endless Cascades.

20.    Endless Sorrow.

21.    Eternal Sadness.

22.    Eyes of Sorrow.

23.    Fawning.

24.    Give me Strength.

25.    Guerrilla's Tactics.

26.    Hitlers Amongst Bosses.

27.    Human Rights.

28.    I could not be subdued.

29.    I Wish I Could Fly Away.

30.    Is it a Pyrrhic Victory?

31.    Loss of Face.

32.    Managers.

33.    Master of Grief.

34.    Merit and Demerit.

35.    Misfortune.

36.    No Hiding Place.

37.    Not for Nothing.

38.    Object.

39.    Official Arrogance.

40.    Official Bullies.

41.    Official Persecutors.

42.    Persecution.

43.    Persecutors.

44.    Pyrrhic Victory.

45.    Racism in the Law Society.

46.    Right to Work.

47.    Ten Lifelong Years.

49.    Smear Campaign.

50.    Squirrels.

51.    Sweet Memory.

52.    Thanks to the Creator.

53.    Twin Brothers.

54.    Traitors.

55.    Tyrant Employers.

56.    Tyrants.

57.    Tyrants of Professional Bodies.

58.    You Truly Know.

59.    Vigilance.
INTRODUCTION:

01. The Light and the Squirrel.

The fight is over

And, what a fight it was!

The hawks against the wren!

The rhinos against the rabbit!

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Throngs of them, jostled together!

They feared the truth of my words!

They blocked their ears from the truth!

They closed their eyes from its justice!

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With all their opiate of power

They were still filled with fear

Of the world of the truth!

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They trembled and clung to one another

They dared not face the music!

Their number aroused in them,

Neither courage, nor hope!

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The timorous squirrels

Must fear the light

That reveals their theft!

I am the light,

They are the squirrels.

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END.

02. Lord Lester's Conspiracy.

Like Lester, I was born free

Like him, I am a barrister

Unlike him, I do not conspire

To defeat the end of justice.

As a barrister, I salute him;

As a felon, I denounce him.

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'Tis true that this sleek-headed Lester

Did conspire to defeat justice!

Amongst his multiple crimes,

Is fraudulent pretence,

That he had suspended the law

Which he had neither the power

Nor the will to suspend!

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At night, when evil is freest

Lord Lester of Herne Hill:

Lord Lester, the Chameleon,

Hatches a plot which he dishes out

As his legal advice!

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It was the House of Lord,

That brought forth this adder,

Whose hideous dream is money!

And whose modus operandi,

Is to earn fees by hook or crook!

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Once he pockets his ill-gotten fees,

He allows bygone to be bygone,

And looks further, at the horizon,

For more loot, by hook or crook!

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This owl-like bird of the night,

Who ought not to sit and speak

In the bright of daylight,

Whose natural abode

Is Her Majesty's Prison,

Where his crime will take him,

Now calls himself Noble Lord!

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Oh ye gods, it is amazing

That such a dishonourable man

Should pass for an honourable man

And should bestride our courts of law,

Purely by cunning and graft,

Like a Colossus!

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Lester is not satisfied

To sacrifice the innocent:

He must butcher them too!

And what a savage butchery!

All our financial interests

Were to be hewed

Not for a day, but for life!

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END.

03. Lord Lester's Lashes of Malice.

Let not the title, Noble Lord

That precedes Anthony Lester,

Hamper his human feeling.

There is nothing noble

In the lashes of malice!

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The same stream of blood

That runs through Lester's vein

Runs through my vein.

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The same reason

That flows through Lester's brain

Flows through my brain!

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The same life

That ebbs through Lester's body

Ebbs through my body!

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The same death

That threatens my life,

Threatens to wait

for Lester life!

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Is it not beyond reason

That Lester should hurt

The humanity in me

Which is also in him!

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END.

04. Lord Lester the Noble Thief.

Wearing wig and gown

And practising law

Grand Pa enjoyed peace of mind.

Who stole the peace of mind

From the heart of Grand Pa?

Was it the abominable thief,

Who calls himself Lord Lester?

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Did he snatch the peace of mind

From Grand Pa's heart

And did he flee away with it

As thieves always do!

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I have looked for Lester in vain!

Can anybody tell me where the thief

Who calls himself noble Lord

Has hidden himself?

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He was not to be found

In the Den of Thieves

Or in his cave or forest or chambers!

I will look for him till I find him.

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I shall then arrest and detain him

In the way police do to thieves.

And I shall parade in Court

What he has plundered

By way of legal banditry!

He deserves a good hiding,

The noble thief does!

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END.

05. Director John Rendall: The Evil Spirit.

The Law Society Director John Rendall

Nicknamed the Evil Spirit

Of the Law Society

Is a man with a living body

And a soul as dead as a door nail!

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Like Ovid's Evil Spirit

Who looked down on Majestic Temples

Of the wealthy haven of Athens

And wept bececuse it gave no cause for weeping,

Rendall looked at our laws

And wept because it gave no cause for weeping!

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So he decided to disobey the law!

Instead of exempting barristers

To become solicitors

On the basis of proof of knowledge

As required by the law,

He decided to exempt barristers

On the basis of ignorance of law!

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He openly exempted English barristers

For confessing absolute ignorance

In professional conduct and accounts!

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He specialised in what became known

As Toilet Exemptions:

Top-secret exemptions

That did not go through any committee

And the names of those exempted

Remained known only to Randall

And his secret gang!

Even the Courts of law

Or the Industrial Tribunal

Were denied access to those names!

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END.

06. Solicitor Anne Coles. Monument of Abuse of Power.

The words and deeds of Anne Coles

The Law Society Solicitor,

Have painted the horizon

With a tinge of the colour

Of abuse of power of office.

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The effect of her abuse of power

And my propensity for pleasure

Are now united

In a marriage bond

Of Eternal Sadness.

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The offspring of tears

From the accursed marriage

Is a fitting monument

To her abuse of power.

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END.

07. Solicitor Anne Coles: Judgement by Sex.

There is something in the depth

Of the minds of mortal,

Which seeks a defence,

However false it is,

And then holds on to it

And is loathe to let go.

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The defence of Anne Coles,

The Law Society Solicitor,

That mistress of endless abuses,

Of limitless disguises,

And of infinite deceit,

Whose object was to make

The world, too hot for others,

Was that she be judged,

By her title, not by her deed!

By her sex, not by her words!

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END.

08. Solicitor Robin Lewis: Blackmailer of Judges.

How come that though Robin Lewis

Breathes in what is just

Yet, he breathes out what is unjust!

Is he like you and me,

Made of flesh and blood

Or has a bionic heart

For wreaking injustice

Been fitted into him!

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Though the flood of justice in him

Is known to be wholly drained,

Yet, he still blackmails judges

With absolute immunity!

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The question that arises is:

"Why is Lewis so immune

From the long arms of the law"?

The sole answer surely is:

"'Cause his investigations

For the crime of blackmail

Would expose the naked corruption

In our courts of law"!

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END.

09. Manager Mark Hone: The Spaniel.

Law Society Manager

Mr Mark Hone is a turn coat!

He is like a spaniel

That fawns on those who give it bread!

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He fawns on the saviours

Who use the power of office

To assist the downtrodden;

And fawns on the Judases,

Who use power of office

To assist the oppressors!

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A turncoat is a viper

And should be condemned

Without any redemption.

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I am too old to fawn

On wealth and titles

And power of office.

I fawn upon truth and justice.

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Untainted reputation

For impartiality

Is what I admire in officials.

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Without such a reputation

The poor official is, to me,

No better than a sheep.

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END.

10. Abusers of Power.

To the abusers of power

We exist to pay them homage!

Our tears and wreathing

Are proofs of our ingratitude!

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The abusers are like a mirage:

They look as harmless as water,

But are as dangerous,

As the heat of the desert.

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They are like scabbard:

Harmless on the outside;

But, hidden inside it,

Is a murderous weapon.

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I know not with what staff they are made!

I watch them in silent amazement!

The fear of their bark haunts my mind

And my heart longs to avoid their presence.

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Something in me struggles for a voice.

It would speak but the words do not come.

So I cry out baffled

Are they made in the image of God!

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END.

11. Abuses Breed Abuses.

We cannot stand and wait

While they tread upon our rights.

Let us lose no time at all

To seek relief for abuses. :

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I have nourished seeds of my complaints

And they have sprouted into books

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The buds of my complaints

Have blossomed in public speeches.

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And the flowers of my complaints

Have born fruits in courts of law.

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Abuses on which no action is taken

Only breeds more abuses.

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END.

12. Buzzard.

To the Law Society,

The feast of legal practice

Does not belong to the Black.

Like intruding dogs, at a feast,

We must expect and get,

If lucky, the bone;

If unlucky, the kick.

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I expected only the bone,

Or, for that matter, the crumb,

From the legal practice feast.

Instead, I was given the kick!

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I thus saw the officials

As the buzzards in the air,

Watching me, their dying quarry,

Lying flat on the ground,

Fearing to be pounced upon

And finished off, in one swift swoop!

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The Law Society Buzzards

Have yet to learn one lesson:

When power creates bondage,

Then right seeks deliverance;

When power tries to capture us,

Rights warns it of the dangers

Of trying to capture thunder:

It might burst into lightening!

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END.

13. Cage.

My worries grow loud within me:

My heart beats wildly

I cannot hear the rustle of the leaves,

The singing of the birds

The whispers of the wind

Nor can I see, the curtain of cloud

Spread over the sun.

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My vision has tested freedom

My life demands freedom too.

Cages are for parrots:

I am a dove, not a parrot.

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I cannot live in a cage

Erected by the officials

To deny me employment

Because I exposed their crimes!

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What they did cannot be undone

And what I wrote, cannot be unwritten

Both are now history

And history matters.

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END.

14. Consummation.

Ten years of legal practice

Were stolen from me!

My times for practice are over!

It was not a sweet parting:

Its bitter memory remains!

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With raped laws,

My doors for legal practice were shut!

With malice aforethought,

My practice was barred!

They robbed me of my dream

Because I published their mischief!

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Like the embrace of lovers,

Weariness clings around me!

Like glowing charcoal,

My eyes glow red with worries!

Like some watchers of a bank,

Sleepless nights await me!

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Why did they single me out

To publish their crimes?

Why have they made me

The reporter of their crimes?

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There are many ways

Of skinning a cat!

There are many ways

Of reaching heaven!

Publishing abuse of power

Is a consummation,

Penalised on earth,

But rewarded in heaven.

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END

15. Cover Up.

God works in mysterious ways:

An attempt to cover up a fact

Invariably publishes it.

The tree sheds its flowers

To hide its identity

Yet, it is the shaded flowers

That spreads the tree!

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In order to hide their crimes,

Top Law Society officials

Dared not fulfil their undertaking

To bring contempt suit against me!

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Yet, their breach of undertaking

Provoked me to publish a book

Spelling out their criminal offences!

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The publication of the book

Is like the sunlight:

Though the sunlight is born

By the dark night,

Yet it is not of the night:

It is a blessing to all.

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Although my book, on corrupt judges

Is published by me alone,

Yet, its beneficiary

Is the entire the world.

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END.

16. Criminal Masquerade.

On the seashore of this dear land

Criminal masquerade themselves

As public officials!

They roam in public offices

And wreck the lives of others

In the sea of their power!

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Their tempest of power

Roam within their jurisdiction

And destroy the source of sleep

That flits in our eyes at night!

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Their hearts are ever scowling

Their envy, their cruelty and their greed

Which, like a sting of a bee,

Are ever hidden inside them,

Hungry to inflict pain!

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END.

17. Do-gooders.

Christ did not blame the nails

That fixed him on the cross.

Nor did He blame the nail makers!

He did not blame the wooden cross

On which He was crucified!

Nor did He blame the carpenters

Who prepared the wood!

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He blamed the hypocrites:

The Pharisees and the Sadducees!

Whom John the Baptist called

Snakes who would not escape

The punishment of God!

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Instead, Christ blamed His disciple,

Traitor Judas Iscariot,

Whom He wished had never been born".

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I too blame the Pharisees,

The self-proclaimed do-gooders:

The so-called human right bodies!

The so-called Liberty

Or Commission for Racial Equality!

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I wasted much time

In a futile attempt

To enlist their support

In the cause of justice!

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Their false transparent excuses,

Myriad and myriad of them,

Mocked them and belied their object:

They are now part of the system

That gloats in the gluttony

Of abuse of power of office!

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END.

18. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

It is not for nothing

That violators of human rights

Of the lowliest nonentities

Are adept at the art of disguise:

They are like Dr. Jekyll and Hyde.

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They pretend to be utterly

Dependent on those above them

So that their bosses may care for them

The way we care for helpless children.

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They know that bosses are the ladders

By which mendicants climb to the top.

So, with a smile of gratitude

For every favours done to them

They draw the yearning hearts

Of the bosses eager to win

The loyalty of subordinates.

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But while they switch on their charm

To those in the social hierarchy

They switch on their odium

To the lowliest nonentities.

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END.

19. Endless Cascades.

Unless I express my sorrow,

It'll lie hidden in my heart

And threaten to break out,

Through the lid of my heart

Making me a nervous wreck!

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I'm caught and broken

In the whirl of fearful hatred

That rushes on and on:

Never looks behind,

Never slows down,

Never marks time!

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Months come, and years go

But there is no deliverance

From the nightmares

Of the official hatred!

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Again and again,

My heart pours its sorrow

In endless cascades!

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END

20. Endless Sorrow.

The world vibrates with pageantry

But the gloomy sorrow

Caused by the official oppressors,

Casts its cloud deep

In the inner recesses of my soul!

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The official oppression

Has made the pageantry

That has overspread the world

To give birth, in my heart,

To a song, so poignant

That it made me weep!

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The sorrow has taken hold of me!

It has smashed my hope,

And dashed down, my dream!

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My life had been blessed:

It had enjoyed its festivity:

I had lunched with the highest;

I had dined with the lowest.

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My life is now cursed with oppression/.

Will the icy hands of death,

Wrap themselves around me

And end the gloomy sorrow?

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When the time comes for death

To deliver its warrant

I will crave its indulgence:

To brook no delay!

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My heart heaves with agony

My eyes fill with tears!

My sorrow is endless!

My soul knows no rest!

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Drunk with worries,

I cry to death in confusion:

"Your delay has made me heir

To endless sorrow"!

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END.

21. Eternal Sadness.

The words and deeds of some officials

Have painted the horizon

With a tinge of the colour

Of abuse of power of office.

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The effect of her abuse of power

And my propensity for pleasure

Are now united

In a marriage bond

Of Eternal Sadness.

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The offspring of tears

From the accursed marriage

Is a fitting monument

To the abuse of power.

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END.

22. Eyes of Sorrow.

Being on the receiving end

Of official persecution,

I was touched by the signet of sorrow

And I learnt how the signet of sorrow

Thrills with disguised blessing

Those that it touches.

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Through the eyes of sorrow

I have seen the Creator!

Through the eyes of sorrow

I have felt His sweetness!

Though the eyes of sorrow

I've enjoyed His eternal grace.

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END

23. Fawning.

A turn-coat is like a spaniel

That fawns on those who give it bread.

He fawns on the Judases,

Who use power of office

To favour their caterpillars.

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Such Judases are vipers

And they should be condemned

Without any redemption.

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I am too old to fawn

On wealth and titles

And power of office.

I fawn upon truth and justice,

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Untainted reputation

For impartiality

Is what I admire in officials.

Without such a reputation

The poor official is, to me,

No better than a sheep.

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END

24. Give me Strength.

Many a sigh have I heaved,

Many a tear have I shed,

Many a door have I knocked,

Many a prayer have I said,

In a vain attempt, to free myself,

From official bondage!

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Days sped by, then weeks,

And months and years!

I gave myself for lost!

I gave up all hopes!

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Shivers would pass,

Through my heart;

A thrill of fear,

Would disturb my sleep;

Thunder of rage,

Would explode within me.

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My spirit flagged!

I groaned in despair!

I uttered no word!

I sang no song!

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I prayed and prayed:

"Give me strength my God:

Give me strength never to give in!

When my path is closed

When my voyage draws to a close

When my life threatens to ebb out,

Give me strength my God

Give me strength, never to give inl"!

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END.

25. Guerrilla's Tactics.

The burning charcoal is a warning

About its scotching heat;

But the dying ember, hidden by ashes,

Burns you without any warning.

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Its tactic is like that of a scorpion

Which stings from its hiding place under a bark

Or that of a poisonous adder,

Which bites from under a tall tree!

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The official violators of human rights

Use guerrilla tactics!

They attack without warning!

They are wolves in sheep's clothing.

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END

26. Hitlers Amongst Bosses.

(33 Lines)

God of Abraham,

Who has made us in your image,

Your tempest of emotion

Has rocketed my spirit!

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Your Long Arms that reaches all men

Have caught up with Hitler

Who had stolen our freedom

And had scattered the Jews!

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Where can the Hitlers

Of amongst our corrupt officials hide,

Where your arms cannot reach them?

Is it under the distant oak tree?

Or where the fairies bask on the sun?

Or where the fireflies flits their light

Or by the boulders of yonder brook?

Or in caves of some unknown hills?

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The publication of the crimes

Of the Hitlers amongst our officials

Has, indeed, overwhelmed me

It has breathed fresh life

Within this mortal body of mine.

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It has made sleep, to flits my eyes

A smile, to flicker on my lips

And a breeze of pleasure,

To traverse my whole body!

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I sing the song of Thy servant Simon:

"Let Thy servant now depart in peace

For mine eyes have seen thy salvation".

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Let death strike at my heart

Which surges up with turmoil

And makes my mind to sing

Some meaningless ballads

Like the cackling of a baby.

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END.

27. Human Rights.

The unalloyed gift that God gave man

Is the inherent right of man;

Those who snatch that right from us

Take from us the glory of mankind.

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When tyrants violate human rights

The stake is too high to be ignored

And men are too rational

To do nothing about it.

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The pang of the loss of right

Ignites publicity that gives birth

To overspreading anger

Which deepens into a scandal.

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The diverse strains of millions of anger

Then unite in a single current

And flow in a flood of bitterness

That carries away the tyrants.

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It's a consolation to know

That a time does come,

When the murmur of nonentities,

Drown up the howl of the mighty.

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Human rights has now led man

To fly in search of hidden stars,

Has shown them the secret ways to Mars

And has made them touch the moon!

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It has guided them to the mysteries

Of the sciences and of the arts

And has brought them at this conjuncture

When discovery is gushing out.

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Let the seed of our right continue

To sprout into decisions

And to blossom into actions

And to ripen into fruitful wonders.

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END.

28. I could not be subdued.

I could not be subdued

By their giant power.

I could not be influenced

By their overflowing riches.

I could not be ensnared

By their false smiles.

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Like the arduous arms

Of some wild lover

My melody of truth

Will twist itself around them.

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Like the kiss of a scorpion

It will touch their minds

And like a criminal accomplice

It will whisper in their ears.

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It will ostracise them

From persons of good will

And it will instil in their nightmare

The fear of the Creator.

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It will encircle them

With the heavenly halo

And reveal to them

The unspeakable villainy

Of their hyena conduct,

Of haunting the defenceless.

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END

29. I Wish I Could Fly Away.

I wish I could fly away

From this human tabernacle

To those heavenly angels

Who run errands

Between Heaven and Earth!

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I yearn to learn about heaven:

Is there Socrates to converse with?

Are there Plato and Aristotle?

Are there Shakespeare and Tennyson?

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Are there Denning and Emerson?

And Lincoln and Kennedy?

And Gandhi and Nkrumah?

And my Daddy and Mummy?

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And will they tell me a secret,

Why God created dictators

Who harbour hatred and malice

And find faults where there are none

And haunt the hell out of us!

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Will they set me free

From the iron fetters

Of the official oppressors!

And will they imbue me,

With a stream of pleasure,

A breeze of contentment,

And a bloom of happiness!

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END.

30. Is it a Pyrrhic Victory?

They hid their malice behind their power

Unabashed, they called their malice

"Official requirements"!

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And they claimed to have the antennae

To detect those who exposed their abuses

And they had the claws to destroy the culprits!

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They denied many of us

The opportunity to harvest

The fruits of our profession.

They reduced our lives to dust

And, we lived in the shadow of death!

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Then, from the shrine of the fathomless

Came one passionate appeal:

Somebody must make public

The gross abuse of public power.

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So, I bared my breasts about the wrongs

Being hurled at nonentities

By bosses of some professions.

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And that was how the war started

And, what a war it was!

I had not much weapon

But all the little that I had,

I hit them hard with it.

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They had all the weapons -

Their power of office -

And all the weapons that they had,

They hit me hard with it.

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I watched them revel,

In their savage attacks on me,

And in their abuse of power,

And I knew, that I had touched,

The shrine of their corruption!

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Their attacks passed through my heart

Into all parts of my body!

It lit the darkness of my sleep

And rested into my silence!

It seemed to burn down inside me

All things bright and beautiful!

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My life faded into miseries,

My stream of thoughts strayed

Into sorrow laden rhythms

And picturesque imagery!

And my unfulfilled dreams

Turned into unsung melody.

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Like angry lightening

My emotion exploded in me

And like a caged hippo,

I shook, in vain, with anger.

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But, nature has its compensation:

Their debt to me

Had become burdensome:

And my debt to them

Had become burdensome.

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The force of their blows,

Injured, more, my material interests;

The force of my blows,

Injured more, their spiritual interests.

Is it a pyrrhic victory!

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END

31. Loss of Face.

When the Law Society

Indulges in a squabble

It magnifies it

Into endless official war,

Rightly or wrongly to be fought,

As a matter of saving face!

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Infused with conceit

They deprive you of all you have

Except, of course, your grief

Which they abandon to you!

You become the Master of Grief!

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END

32. Managers.

The Thorn Tree was made King

According to Aesop

Because it had no fruit to care for

But fruit trees with fruits to care for

Had no time to spare to rule others.

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In the same way the professionals

Without practical expertise

To succeed in professional practise

Become managers of their professions!

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END.

33. Master of Grief.

(11 Lines)

When corrupt officials

Indulge in a squabble

They magnify it

Into endless official war,

Rightly or wrongly to be fought,

As a matter of saving face!

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Infused with conceit

They deprive you of all you have

Except, of course, your grief

Which they abandon to you!

You become: Master of Grief!

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END.

34. Merit and Demerit.

(19 Lines).

We have to cling to human rights

If only because they are called:

The fundamental rights of man.

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After all, we are as human

As those who deprive us

Of those fundamental rights.

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We do not love human rights

Because they are a good thing

But because they are human rights!

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Human rights have their advantages:

For example, my right to marry.

But they have their disadvantages too:

For example, my right to get drunk.

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But when you weigh the merits

And the faults of human rights

The merits outweighs the faults.

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As a bonus, it helps to know

That when you abuse your human right,

You are punished for it.

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END.

35. Misfortune.

Oftentimes fortune comes

Disguised as misfortune.

Before I encountered the misfortune

Of perverting the course of justice

By lawyers and judges,

I was like a weather-beaten boat

Tossed to and fro by every wave.

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After I encountered it

And began to wage war on it

I found myself anchored

In the ultimate values of life:

Truth, justice and human brotherhood

Which I use as my yardstick

For judging corruption.

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END.

36. No Hiding Place.

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Give them no hiding place

Not even in the dark caves

Where a tiny little stream

Trickle through boulders and stones.

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Not even in the dark forests

Where giants trees spread their huge branches

To deny dwarf trees the right to light.

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We should raid the offices

Which hoard those officials

Who deny us our human rights.

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We should handcuff them and bind their legs

Then let us ask them mockingly:

"Whose human rights will you violate now"?

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END.

37. Not for Nothing.

It is not for nothing

That the Streets of London is not paved

With diamond, gold and rubies;

It is paved with richer wealth:

The wealth of hope and opportunity.

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It is not for nothing

That I denied myself

The licence and opportunity

To practise law as a barrister

Because I was refused permission

To practise law as a solicitor!

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It is not for nothing

That Jesus Christ emphasised

That a man who loses one sheep,

Out of one hundred sheep,

Leaves the other ninety nine

And goes to look for the lost sheep.

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It is not for nothing

That something inside every man

Cannot bear to lose what it sees

As its inalienable right!

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It is not for nothing

That I saw legal practise

As a solicitor, not as a barrister

As my inalienable right.

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It is not for nothing

That having made that choice

I had to fight for it

Even if the firmament were to fall.

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It is not for nothing

That I chose the path of war

To expose our corrupt judges

And our corrupt legal profession.

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It is not for nothing

That the knowledge of reward for mankind

That accrues from such a war

Spurred me on and on for years.

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It is not for nothing

That my exposure of corruption

Has drawn many to yearn for justice

And has weaved between them and me

The bond of love for justice.

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END.

38. Object.

The object of the officials

Of the Law Society,

Is to make distraught,

As many hearts as possible,

Not by lawful means,

But by unlawful whims!

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According to those officials,

The outrages that they cause,

To those of us who are not white,

Should be endured by us,

In thoughts and feeling,

But never reduced into words!

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We should enter their cage

Of the Rule by their whim,

Without a word of complaint!

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When I realised the nature

Of their aim and object,

My mind crossed the dark earth

And flew to the stars

And with the light of freedom

Resolved to do battle

With the official oppressors.

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I had to teach them one lesson,

That the abuse of power

Is very much like wild fire

First, it burns itself

And all those that it embraces

Into a blazing flame!

And then it reduces itself

And all those that it embraces,

Into cold ashes!

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END.

39. Official Arrogance.

I had come to beg

For a licence to work

When my eyes fell upon you

And your glance fell upon me.

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My hopes rose high

And my heart sang and said:

"My unemployed days are over!"

And your lips echoed my words:

"Your unemployment days are over".

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Then all of a sudden

Your lips changed tune and said:

"Not now! Not ever! Never!"

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The memory of your arrogance

Clings to my heart

And enfolds it in bitterness.

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END.

40. Official Bullies.

Just as a tree, gives an axe wood,

Which the axe uses to cut the tree,

So do we give officials power,

Which they use to suppress us!

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Just as the stomach claims no reward

For nourishing the limbs,

So, the servile accept no blame

For creating official bullies.

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The bullies have no pity

For those who cannot fight back!

Yet, the world remains deaf

To the cries of nonentities.

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Just as the dawn does not kiss

The Western horizon,

And the dusk does not kiss

The Eastern horizon,

So should we not embrace bullies.

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END.

41. Official Persecutors.

When they took me in their arms,

And crowned me with persecution,

For publishing their offences,

My bosses, those freak officials,

Turned me into Wilberforce,

The champion of human rights.

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Their aching overflow of hatred

Thrilled my turbulent heart,

And made it throb with pain!

My mind seemed to echo,

The immeasurable pain,

In the pulse of my heart!

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The sight of their letters,

Made me stand as stock-still

As if I were a statute!

And the content of their letters,

Made me as speechless

As the biblical wife of Lot!

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Their infinite abuse of power

Touched my heart with the touchstone

That made my thoughts spread their wings

Like a bird on its flight to safety

And survey the danger around

And publish them in fiery verses.

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END.

42. Persecution.

They kept me bound by their abuses!

I felt deep in my heart,

The infinity

Of their persecution of me!

It forced my mind to wander

In unknown sorrows!

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Across the dusk of tears

I bore in yearning silence,

The pain of their persecution!

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Finally, my heart rebelled,

Against passive suffering

And decided to fight it.

I anchored my hopes,

For some sort of a remedy,

On my publication

Of their official persecution.

The more I published what they did

The more the heat of my worries

Was gradually quietened.

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END.

43. Persecutors.

Some rather freak officials

Of the Law Society

Made me one with Wilberforce:

-That champion of human rights-

When they took me in their arms,

And crowned me with persecution,

For publishing their offences!

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Their aching overflow of hatred

Thrilled my turbulent heart,

And made it throb with pain!

My mind seemed to echo,

The immeasurable pain,

In the pulse of my heart!

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The sight of their letters,

Made me stand as stock-still

As if I were a statute!

And the content of their letters,

Made me as speechless

As the biblical wife of Lot!

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Their abuse of power touched my heart,

With the touchstone of malice.

They had burnt down my peace of mind!

But they had not burnt down my hopes.

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END.

44. Pyrrhic Victory.

(58 Lines)

They hid their malice behind their power

Unabashed, they called their malice

"Official requirements"!

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And they claimed to have the antennae

To detect those who exposed their abuses

And they had the claws to destroy the culprits!

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They denied many of us

The opportunity to harvest

The fruits of our profession.

They reduced our lives to dust

And, we lived in the shadow of death!

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Then, from the shrine of the fathomless

Came one passionate appeal:

Somebody must make public

The gross abuse of public power.

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So, I bared my breasts about the wrongs

Being hurled at nonentities

By bosses of some professions.

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And that was how the war started

And, what a war it was!

I had not much weapon

But all the little that I had,

I hit them hard with it.

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They had all the weapons -

Their power of office -

And all the weapons that they had,

They hit me hard with it.

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I watched them revel,

In their savage attack on me,

And in their abuse of power,

And I knew, that I had touched,

The shrine of their corruption!

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Their attacks passed through my heart

Into all parts of my body!

It lit the darkness of my sleep

And rested into my silence!

It seemed to burn down inside me

All things bright and beautiful!

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My life faded into miseries,

My stream of thoughts strayed

Into sorrow laden rhythms

And picturesque imagery!

And my unfulfilled dreams

Turned into unsung melody.

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Like angry lightening

My emotion exploded in me

And like a caged hippo,

I shook, in vain, with anger.

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But, nature has its compensation:

Their debt to me

Had become burdensome:

And my debt to them

Had become burdensome.

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The force of their blow,

Injured, more, my material interests

The force of my blow,

Injured more, their spiritual interests.

It was a Pyrrhic Victory.

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END

45. Racism in the Law Society.

Would you have denied me admission

Into the Rolls of Solicitors,

My dear Law Society,

If I were Lord Lester,

A White English Barrister,

Instead of Dr. Adoko

A Black English Barrister?

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Would you have added insult to injury

By charging me in the Bar

Instead of in the High Court

Which alone has the jurisdiction

For contempt of court

For publication of proof,

Of the criminal offences

Committed by your staff?

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Would you have gone

To the extreme extent, saying:

Let him never be one of us!

Let us suspend the national law

To prevent him from becoming

An English Solicitor!

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Then preserve your perversion,

My dear Law Society,

I never want to be a party

Of a perverted Law Society.

I will fight for a just and fair

Law Society of England.

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END.

46. Right to Work.

Those who play with the career

Of other individuals

Are like those who summon a genie.

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It is easier to summon the genie

And to let it do your bidding

Than to get rid of it

Before it goes berserk

And does its own bidding.

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Likewise, it's better to keep a worker

And let him do your bidding

Than to sack him and let him do his bidding.

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He who summons a genie

Soon finds himself responsible

For the butchers and mutilations

That the genie perpetrates.

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Likewise, he who sacks a worker

Soon finds himself responsible

For the scandals and odium

That the worker has exposed.

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END.

47. Ten Lifelong Years.

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Ten lifelong years have passed

My legal practice remain undone!

The blossom has not opened!

My heart sighs with agony!

My eyes dim with tears!

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I keep gazing at the door

For their mail to arrive,

But their mail arrives not!

So, my heart aches with anguish

And sadness falls upon me.

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I have become a solitary wayfarer

On the Legal Practise Street!

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Will the mail surely come?

Will the waiting surely end?

Will the blossoms surely open?

Will my joy take wings with songs?

And will my heart ever throb to the melody!

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END.

49. Smear Campaign.

The object of official smear campaign

Against those of us who expose

Their abuses of power of office

Is to make us end up as a pariah

In a bottomless chasm

Of professional indignity.

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It does star a memory,

Of primal world of infancy,

Which had for long been lost,

In the twilight of consciousness

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As a child of some seven years,

My mother Loi, used to ask me:

"Why do we not forsake Jesus,

Though he was branded,

As a law breaker

And crucified on the cross?"

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She would answer the question thus:

"Just as the light of the sun,

Still filters to the eyes of men,

Who look at the eclipse,

With darkened pieces of glass,

So, in spite of official smear,

The light of the innocence,

Of the victims of persecution,

Still filters through official lies,

For the impartial to see".

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END.

50. Squirrels.

(21 Lines)

The fight is over

And, what a fight it was!

One man against the world!

The hawks against the wren!

The rhinos against the rabbit!

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Throngs of them, jostled together!

They feared the truth of my words!

They blocked their ears from the truth!

They closed their eyes from its justice!

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With all their opiate of power

They are still filled with fear

Of the world of the truth!

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They trembled and clung to one another

They dared not face the music!

Their number aroused in them,

Neither courage, nor hope!

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The timorous squirrels

Must fear the light

That reveals their theft!

I wad the light,

They were the squirrels.

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END.

51. Sweet Memory.

Death had become our companion

And when death is your companion

You have no fear left in the world.

Hence, your victory is guaranteed!

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Our war was publicity

We had to publish the mischief

Of official oppressors.

No paper would do it for us

No radio, no television

And no media of public opinion!

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The abuses had crowned our life with death

But, before we paid our duty to death,

We had to pay our duty to those officials:

We had to expose their mischief.

And we did so over the Internet

And in books and in pamphlets.

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The publications won for us friends

Whom we would never have known

And gave us the reputation

Which we would not have earned.

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The memory that I was one of those

Who exposed the official mischief

Languidly lingers in my mind

And it clings to my heart

And enfolds me in sweetness.

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END.

52. Thanks to the Creator.

At the immortal touch of your hands

My attributes multiplied themselves

And when I realised your gifts to me

My heart lost its limit in joy.

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Others may blame the Creator

For their misfortune in this world

But when I look at your handiwork

All my grievances melt away.

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And my heart breaks with pride

And tears of pride come to my eyes!

Drunk with pride for your wonders,

I call you "Father" though you are "God"!

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END.

53. Twin Brothers.

The riotous excess of racism

Must not set apart,

The twin brothers:

The White and the Black.

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Let the strain of their unity,

Mingle in our bosom,

To flood the world,

With the song

Of human brotherhood.

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Let our curse of racism

Become the tempest

That sweeps away,

The harsh and the dissonant,

In our harmony.

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Let the enemy of race

Have no hiding place;

And let the breeze of racism,

Be a passing phenomenon.

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END.

54. Traitors.

In order to cover up

Their criminal offences,

The Law Society officials,

Magnify a dispute

That is a storm in a tea cup

And causes it to engulf

The entire legal system!

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In spite of their cover up

Their treachery to law,

Has to be exposed,

Under the banner of:

The Law Society Traitors.

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END.

55. Tyrant Employers.

(21 Lines)

I had wandered in search of pleasure

That quietened the heat of my passion

But officials blocked my path:

With the infinity

Of their merciless oppression.

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So, my mind crossed the dark earth

And flew to the stars,

And with the light of freedom,

It resolved to do battle

With the oppressive officials.

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My employment had bound me

To work to earn a living;

The officials freed me from it.

So, I found myself as free

As a deluge of the rain.

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I saw the glorious light of dawn

As a sign to wage a prodigal war

Against tyrant employers

And liberate all employees

From the rule by whims.

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END.

56. Tyrants.

I had wandered in search of pleasure

That quietened the heat of my passion

But officials blocked my path:

With the infinity

Of their merciless oppression.

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So, my mind crossed the dark earth

And flew to the stars,

And with the light of freedom,

It resolved to do battle

With the oppressive official.

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Legal practice had bound me

To earning a livelihood;

The officials freed me from it.

So, I found myself as free

As the birds of the wilds,

And as free as a deluge rain.

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I saw the glorious light of dawn

Of the prodigal war

To fight the official tyrants

And liberate all lawyers

From the rule by whims.

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END.

57. Tyrants of Professional Bodies.

Some professional practitioners

Are being tossed and broken

In the whirl of violations

Of their fundamental rights.

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Their professional tyrants

Stop not their violations

Of the rights of man!

Yet, no power dares hold them back!

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Their poignant breaches of human rights

Have caused alarm of fear

To ring endlessly in us.

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Any gleamer of hope

That rises up soon recedes

And sinks to the bottomless abyss.

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END.

58. You Truly Know.

When your human rights is breached,

You truly know that there are devils!

When those who breach your human rights

Are themselves above punishment,

You truly know why Hell Fire is there!

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When they conspire against you

In their official quarters,

You truly know why God must know all!

When you hear the frogs croak in chorus,

You truly know why there are Yes-men

And why you cannot get justice.

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When you see that those officials

Are so charming to each other,

You truly know why Judas kissed Jesus!

And when you fight against all odds

Which none else dared to fight,

You truly know what a blessing it is

To be the cool summer breeze

Amidst the stagnant summer heat!

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END.

59. Vigilance.

I will never live in a cage

Of the high and the mighty

For my vision has tested freedom,

And my soul demands freedom.

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My freedom cannot be traded,

Nor can I be blackmailed,

To crawl like a caterpillar,

Before the high and the mighty.

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What I do, I write it down

And what they do, I write it down

And what is written down,

Cannot be unwritten out!

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When I review what they have done,

My heart starts to beat wildly

And my body trembles violently

And my charged mind has no relief!

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The trumpet of the yonder world

Urges me to be wakeful

Of my fundamental rights

That they try to snatch away from me.

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There is a need for all persons

Of vast visions and good will

To be vigilant of their rights

And the rights of their neighbours.

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END.

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