Justice For All

As I sit in this dark silence,I remember the landscapes of the sky that were once veiled by a song of gratefulness, I used to dream of journeying with the moon and sailing in a field of sunflowers, But I'm now floating in debris of slain voices, My eyes carry burdens of broken visions,death hangs on heavens wishes that use to be christened prayers From this deep audacity a routine has taken form. Openhandness has been cut from the very body that freedom recruited, Patriotic traitors struggle with inferiority, What equal boundaries permit bloodshed to replace peace instead of compassion ? Is there justice for all ?