Justice

The wild wind plays its part. Orchids on my Lord's yard Blown and thrown apart. They were meant to fall? Before coming of age? The suspects were to be summoned at once. "No such intentions I carry, oh Lord...." Wild wind presents, an alibi persuading. "I was hurled by these towering trees." The court, bewildered. Yet, advocated his statement. "It was not just me, a whole bunch of us. I? Merely a pawn swayed by an arrogant king, Sire? I take no part in this massacre...." Not even a warlord made my king sweat. Apprehension of injustice it is. Suppressing the murmurs, my King speaks. "Oh mighty wind, brutal nature force, Why assist destruction of the old man's blossom? Tell me, oh lofty tree. You bear children of your own, Why kill mine? " "Why flowers bloom? When destined to wither only. We relish and embrace them, Refer- beauty, innocence and sanctity. Why gather them here? A corpse lying on a pyre...."