Eyes of Justice
the bleeding eyes of justice
vulture claws at the victim’s soul
the blind lady feels what
she hopes is rain
as drops of the victims
blood splatters her blackened robe
she makes her stand
persecuted by yapping chickens
with blood on their hands
as the thunder clap echoes
through the hall
she stuns them all
as a dove white as snow
fly’s to her and whispers
“GUILTY” for the earth to see
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