My countrymen have decided to hang Lady Justice.
“She’s not as fun to touch,” they say
They say her blind eyes give them the creeps
So hang she must.
My countrymen have decided to hang Lady Justice
It’ll be good for the viewership, they say
It’s time for the next act.
The lights turn on
Act two,Scene one:
Eyes
Eyes crawling over my skin,
stripping me bare
Eyes all over me
as if they’re meant to be there.
The lights turn off
Mother says run when it’s dark,
run far away.
But the eyes have multiplied,mother
I can’t hide away.
The lights turn on
Act two, Scene two:
Hands
Hands crawling all over me,
holding me down
Hands on my throat
wrapping around.
The lights turn off
Mother, can you teach me how to breathe again?
The lights turn on
Act three, Scene one:
I am on my knees
There’s metal on my tongue,
my dress stained pink
Do I stay?
Do I flee?
Act three, Scene two:
I am crawling out the bush
Like my nightmare-monster did
I am crawling out the bush,
scratches all over me
Did the monster leave?
The lights turn off
The audience are on their feet.
They hoot and they holler,
beg to start over
It’s a crowd-favourite,you see?
We are taking requests,now
“Same plot, different setting,please!”
In the jungle, in the house,
behind the temple, near the mosque
Go to the park again.
There’s a craze for clichés, it seems.
I see a couple tears in their midst
It’s so good they scream
and then watch,and watch, and watch some more.
It’s a crowd- favourite, apparently
Once again, the hands are all over me.
