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...
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