A Good Question
What is justice, my friends?
We say we 'take justice in our hands'
As we transform her into blind revenge
We tearfully ask the court that 'justice be done'
Cunningly maneuvering her verdict our way
We proudly 'do justice to a turkey on Thanksgiving'
You'd think it might mean sparing the poor bird's life
Which brings us to that pathetic misnomer
'Poetic Justice'
For what is 'poetic,' say
about a tobacco company executive
dying of lung cancer?
Indeed, my friends: What is justice?
Perhaps, 'There is no justice!'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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