Administering a Form of Justice (38)

Justice is raucous in proclaiming its conquests but retains a silence that smothers the brilliance of colours in its tenacity to detach itself from a parody of time. Time was forced to translate itself into a cluster of months characterised by deprivation and a manipulation of distance. It became incarcerated in its own identity, corrupted by a handful of puppets who were bestowed with the authority of restoring a semblance of dignity to society and committed to the obligation of allowing traitors access to a sheltered path that led to a vestige of 'fundamental rights'.