Justice Served

When is justice done you say As arguments considered don’t go away Is it a lawyer’s picnic that we see Or is it something that was meant to be So we are left to ponder now What do we believe within our know how Does it become a race for the best experts With no thought of who is left to hurt Do we say never mind they were sick As the courts rule what is left of it And what of our opinions you may say When the hurt is left and justice seems washed away. © Paul Warren Poetry