SMALL FLY

I am the Cobweb, pretty deceptive in looks

Cobweb woven with the ultimate intricacy

I look simple and plain but I am nimble

So elastic, imperfect and sometimes feeble

Cobweb, so easy to see through

Yet tough enough to cost time

I am the cobweb, wearing a fair and just image

Cobweb woven with the ultimate intricacy

I mostly prey on the small fly

Whose energy and feats I quickly sap dry

Yet I let the dung beetle saunter through

With all the filth laden upon it

I am the cobweb, Woven from clauses and caps

Cobweb woven with the ultimate intricacy

Malleable and open to diverse interpretation

Trapping the small fly

Yet letting the dung beetle strut through

That is justice, the African way

Small fly, don’t even try

Or you will cry and die

In the trappings of my nimbleness

Disguised in my fair and just looks

Fashioned for deception and allure

I am the cobweb, often clad in designer jargon

No one is above the cobweb

I hear everyone claim

Yet selective most times I am

To the gallery I often play

Patience, like no other, I display

But whom I trap, sometimes is just for show

I am the cobweb, pretty deceptive in looks

Wearing a fair and just image of lady justice

Woven from clauses and acts with intricacy

Open to various interpretations daily

I am the nimble cobweb, clad in designer jargon

Small fly, sometimes you win, most times you lose

On the Law after FTJ’s Acquittal