And those denizens who poems write
Cages they are trapped inside
Next to their ears in a variegated drone
A hundred Ureys recite tables in monotone.
Grocery list spread out in a stack, (he must)
Crunch numbers, twenty one pages, front and back.
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There, if in the middle of the night,
One should start snoring, heavy or light
In a flash they arrive, then rub and spread
Cowdung dissolved in bel sap upon the head
Twenty one times they spin him from the ceiling
(Then) twenty one hours they keep him hanging.
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Kazi: a community renderer of justice; a judge.
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