Justice
Consent covered by deceit,
Would be nice if I could retreat.
Instead of being beat,
By an unseen enemy.
Our world run like a company,
So many tired and dying.
They're trying to kill us,
Training us to cuss.
Hustling through the bustle,
The food poisoning our muscles.
As we hustle through the bustle,
Ads rustle threw our mind,
Leaving only dirt to find.
While hiding behind the light,
They're playing with our sight.
Most are too weak to fight,
This just isn't right.
When will the night end,
And time bend,
So my heart can mend.
You're my only friend,
Who can heal this land.
I demand Justice,
Because I can,
Come help my fellow man.
Copyright © keith mchugh | Year Posted 2025
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