Justice

I often wondered what is justice When so many laws amongst us By design meant to provide us But inherently divides us... Into those who does and doesn’t Like the ones who were and wasn’t It may be just speculation But I fear the final nation... Will it keep truth beneath the surface? To exist for one sole purpose Exterminating all my people As they march toward the steeple... Some we oust for their behavior Thinking Satan is their savior Seeming powerless to save them It’s our weakness that enslaves them... It’s our fault for not enduring And at times not re-assuring We let them settle for the stable While we prefer to use the table... So before you point a finger When all you've done is stop and linger Leading those not fit to trust is another road to this injustice...