Justice
She cries for the slain,
She mediates for the oppressed,
She opens the door for the innocent,
She avenges the tortured.
Her voice is heard on the streets,
Where the feet of the downtrodden tread,
Her tears flow at the grave,
Where the massacred are laid.
She walks into the courtroom,
Her presence permeates the space,
She hears the cries of the forgotten and lost,
She goes in search of an arbitrator.
She traverses crooked lanes,
She journeys on jagged terrain,
She searches out the lost pieces,
She embraces the embittered.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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