For the first time not
For the first time
I was part of authorities
Being an ear at them
Debating about my sisters
Death maker
For the first time
We sit on the wooden
Chairs of the court
For the first time
We pleasure the environment
Of the law
But…
Not for the first time
I heard the price
Of a human being soul
Not for the first time
I saw a bartering system
Of a humans soul with cash
Not for the first time
The house of law
Is being paid for the
Murdering of a human being
Not for the first time
A murder is more innocent
Than a thief
“Strange isn’t it?
poem by Zama Ashley Helebe
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