(Lex non cogit ad impossiblia)
I call law not just an ass,
It is the world’s only compass
Pointing its many fingers
To all the fields of man’s life.
I call law the Devil’s advocate
Yet, God’s only syndicate—
A bow in the hands of Devil;
An arrow in grinding grip of God.
The Alpha of the flame
The Omega of the Paradise.
Law is Themis
With the blindfold hovering over
Just one eye,
And freeing the other for the initiates—
Yet, sword and scales in hands
To pass a judgment fair.
I call law the master and slave,
A phenomenon with double standard
With all kinds of chameleonic brands.
Green is thy colour in Spring
Yellowish brown is it in Autumn.
Father of stability
Father of instability
The certain that is uncertain
The uncertain that is certain.
Law is the inseparable Siamese twins
A wound that digs deep
Into the innocent heart of Peter
To revive Paul from his guilty sleep.
Its fact could sum up to its fiction
Its fiction could add up to its fact.
I call law the pendulum
Of all times of existence—
A determiner that will not determine,
A verb that hangs its action,
An adjective that postpones its qualification,
A hypocrite pronoun that shields identity;
Until it has conspicuously seen
Whom its object to act upon be.
Law a confusion
Law a commotion
Law a dispute conciliator
Law an arbitrator…
A sentence without a full stop.
A question with double question marks??
Law a hangman
Law an executioner
Law a technician
Law a politician
A creator with exclusive right to kill
A bow in the hands of the Devil
An arrow in the grip of God.
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