Justice

we see the poor erupt with little provocation how many days in a mud hut can count as living? children sick fear primary emotion hoplessness can turn to anger and then action too many lies will turn a head to justice False hope and many deaths will follow but a woman can stand and think of crowds destroying holy ground and weep without solice a man can work until his hands bleed and not have enough for his family it takes its toll this endless hoplessness even faith cannot carry a woman through when her child is dying empty promises ignite when her husband is suffering hands bleeding spirit broken on the ground