Duty, by Tom Mukasa

Duty

The arms and feet,
our limbs,
can stop abuses,
that way,
they are not used,
as weighing scales,
a pen on one side,
a gun on the other,
I saw,
writing laws,
dolling out privilege,
selectively,
abandoning,
any effort
to correct,
the flaws,
then soon,
the guns,
were beaten,
into ploughshares,
the feet,
were pumping,
the bellows,
of the furnace.

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