Blow the Whistle of Justice
blow the whistle of justice
justice is a stranger in our
generation of today
i wonder how come it gone this far
i wonder who has offended her
i wonder why we are so far
from getting close to her destination
i think humans are not her friend
in our today reality
is obvious is clear
we are at wars with her dignity
we are against her gifts to humanity
so when you are tired of oppression
from intelligent humans
blow the whistle of justice
blow the whistle of justice
justice is on the run today?
i wonder what is chasing her
i wonder why she is scard to dwell
among humans
i wonder when will greedy men
Let her share her wonderful gifts
to humanity
i wonder how much more
we will leave? her this far
among us
yet as much clever we claim
to be
what is simple remains
impossible to achieve
no wonder justice is on
four fourty
so when justice is a
scarcity in your land
blow the whistle of justice
blow the whistle of justice
the scarcity of justice
creates an illusion of a reflection
where we are just been pardon
to return again on same pardon
we are always in confusion
nowadays when we get justice
we are in shock what outcome
our justice of today brings
in our chase of justice
we have been a victim
of terrible circumstances
we have bleeds in shadows
of fears
yet justice is never a reality
and now when we wallow in
confusion of an evil illusion
we go no choice than to
blow the whistle of justice
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