It’s complicated
Not in a cursive, sophisticated
Status seductive way
That can fit into a thread on Facebook
Or a trend on Twitter
Following a hook-up turned make-up
Break-up and make-up
More like the man with a goddess for a wife
A palace for a home
A nation’s GDP for a bank account
A Probox instead of a German machine
We were stuck with a prosecutor
Who doubled up as a contractor
For the governors’ quarters
Sat on the PTA
With the uncle of the grandfather
Of the cousin of the mother
Of the mistress of the governor.
The prosecutor was on another call
Outside the court
As the judge called out the case file number
Three months after a cat and mouse game
In which the file had been missing
The investigation report had strolling
When it tripped, fell and had pages ripped
This was after the judge came back from quarantine
With a laptop nursing a hangover
The court clerk lost his typewriter
A jumbled calendar
That was overbooked
Underwhelming and more clandestine
Than the land commission report
Whose name we shall mention not
Because walls have ears
Windows have cracks
Doors can’t keep our secrets.
The judge could not recall whether the pathology report
Of the murder most foul
Of two innocent souls
Carried out by the boys in blue
Had been signed in black
As prescribed by ordinance three – o-two
Of the code that binds by its silence
The judge could only find a date
After eight adjournments
Five consecutive no-shows
Annual, paternal, study, sick, extended leave
Only for him to sigh and say
It’s… complicated.
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