The Song of the lowly- Justice comes home!

Hague, Hague,
Grandma would shout -“Od Ang’enge”[1]
Come you slowly to slug,
Your hot belly, is unfilled,
Your claws are sharpened,
Your target is marked.
You have trained your eyes on the sleuth,
He who manipulated, the home justice,
To favour him in his quest for offence

oh for now, it's sweet music to the lowly
for justice comes home!!

Your have made bare, his injudiciousness,
His felony, not known before,
Now remains clear, for he clothed them then
With masks unknown to the lowly;
But now oh Hague, you’ve made the lowly
Shout “at last at last, justice comes home”
When you exposed the hiding situate,
Of the despot

oh for now, it's sweet music to the lowly
for justice comes home!!

Now I know,
He who circumcised my father with the hew,
And then cut his throat with the hacksaw,
Then entered between the thighs of my mother
And did the abomination, my siblings the observers
And sent them all to the maker, through the flames
Of the house, set blazes,
he marvelled as the fury flames,
Gulped, the souls who knew not their offences,
But now, oh Hague, at last at last,
Justice comes home!

oh for now, it's sweet music to the lowly
for justice docks ashore!!
[1] Luo personification for jail house