Of crows and eagles.

 

Order! Order! 

Where there is none. 

The black coats argue on; 

While the white wigs await the pun. 

‘My client demands…’, bellows a crow; 

The eagle monitors with a detached eye. 

The proceedings of the day will not end at dusk, 

To the client, there will be no final goodbye. 

‘And I repeat…’ reasons another bird; 

Hoping his efforts will justify the price; 

Justice, after all, cannot be bought whole;

Instead, it is offered slice by slice. 

A ‘hmmpph’ from the judge with an itchy ear

His fingers scratch the lobe, as he leans over to hear. 

A decade of arguments - useless for the most. 

The loudest voices rousing the resident ghosts. 

The court of mercy has heard enough today; 

A thousand writ petitions of requests and pray. 

A date shall be announced, in a month or five, 

Ample enough time to in legal ledgers dive. 

A thousand laws; impossible to remember every word; 

The hearing to depend on the magnanimity of milord. 

A verdict may be passed based on facts or feeling; 

The black birds crow on, as  time they continue stealing. 

The case, once closed cannot fetch a pay, 

More prudent to drag a hearing from day to day.