Reality stands on it’s head, feet flapping in the air
It’s watching the courtroom drama as petitioners and
respondents do the drama of debacle
The jury and the spectators look on over solemn lunch, as
reality stands on it’s head, feet flapping in the air
The empty high seats creak under the weight of the judges
It’s a long walk, paths snaking out from chaos toward sanity
The mob outside wait, looking to lift the court building, to chant down the street
Reality stands on it’s head, feet flapping in the air
*Inspired by text prompt
I love the repeated phrase “reality stands on its head with feet flapping in the air.” Your poetry has so much beautiful imagery and alliteration. I love the flow and topic. Wonderful Ofuma!
Thanks, Ingrid. I took inspiration from the text prompt and the political situation in my country at the time of writing.