In Anticipation For Justice

In every beLIEve, there is a lie Which lay hold on your mind; a tie Like sweats dripping from glands to dry For feeble is it to live free in forever goodbye... Be calm but try to ask why In every lOVERs' affair, there is an over But before you'll discover Many are times, you've laughed of Oliver For his seeming twist in turns recovered Now comes your turn to rediscover Life is undercover! In every friENDship, there is an end Buried many reasons of needs to blend In every little mistake you wish to amend In pleasure to bless your partner and commend Him off faults but you don't care to pretend He can still become a godsend In every trUSt, there is an us Willing to bear the cross Of all clouded trance of fuss Where no one is at loss Or be tagged a cuss In lIFe, there is an if That associates knee to knife Which surrenders thy lovers to strife And tears to keep it dead a tiff Even if we have a qualified bailiff Let lie be acceptable if it could save a life Why won't end be welcomed to set us free If trust is an issue to fight without laugh Then all isn't over but a disguised referee But when there isn't space for blunt truth A place equal for both Black and White: elders and youth Who will be undaunting to oath And caress it like Ruth Life becomes miserable to cope And a dreamland for a beautiful lost hope #GeorgeFloydChallenge!