I CALL THE MIRROR OF JUSTICE
Woe for those who shout for anger
Rumbling upon the fiery scene
Drooling vengeance spits within
Stinky Truth opens in awe and despair
Mirror of Justice, who’s to be blame
Poor am I but rich in desire
Weak as called, bullied your Sire
My heart is not iron enough to melt all my sighs.
Tell me, who’s mouths should be sealed,
Whose eyes should turn blind and ears in deaf?
Whose actions should be censored and fired?
Whose memories and judgment should we rely on?
Pounds of objections and complaints have been laid
Accuses and excuses are ready to crumple
A group of bystanders is called to ponder
Those in power truly proves their power
What can I do Mirror of Justice?
When weak I am to defend
My intentions are not on the frequency
Ears are built with own’s pride and views solely
Whom can I trust and hold a plea?
My longing rust for a slim chance to get flee
My confidence rots when they blow heavily
Am I destined to be crippled in such a way?
My heart was cut, sliced, and bled endlessly
Minced by the circumstances and pain within
Pinched to its depth ‘til it snoozed out mercilessly
Pail as it looks, shredded, squeezed until it’s called the end
Does my echoing cry reach you, my Sire?
My days are counted to what they desire.
Can’t help to burst floods by my tears
Rivers of aches truly need your divine spare
Mirror of Justice, to when should I stare?
No show of protection reflects in my situation
How many tears should I cry out?
To block my eyes and heart in such pain?
Mirror of Justice, Show me
To what extent I should carry? Enlighten me so I will agree
If pain could be a better me,
So, it be.
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