the wheels of law grind ponderously,
courts fuelled by a constant stream of money.
only once every barrister has had his fill is a ruling made,
settling matters between one rich man and another.
none else can afford to assert or defend
the rights accorded to them
on a very proper piece of paper,
the distorting effects of a bloated overconcentration of capital
keeping paper justice beyond the reach of any ordinary man,
such as are kept at odds, their differences stressed.
without a name, without a face, they can overlook these distinctions,
forgetting what insignificant variances are used
as excuses to divide and conquer,
freeing them to act directly, without fear of the real consequences
the pricey paper laws can bring to bear down on their heads.
as markets are supposed to, societies also
can spontaneously correct themselves,
emergent trends addressing the imminently antisocial
in time, money can correct the correction,
and in still further time, the law can enshrine it.
but they first must know
to whom the cheque should be addressed.