Hear the banging of the wood on wood deciding a life, <br />a living, <br />or is it just voicing the path of righteousness or re-offending to be <br />undertaken in a month, a year, a millennium? <br />chosen by the twelve nobodies or are they <br />somebodies <br />high up on twelve pedestals, <br />THE WORLD <br />they've seen it all yet don't know how to look, <br />a future rests in <br />cupped grimy hands.<br /><br />Effie Yalena Steyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judging-judges/
