Needful of Justice

You see, I want justice. Maybe I want it for all. The darkness of each injustice falls heavily on my shoulders. So many are wronged who don’t seem to care, casual, easy, they move in the world as though unharmed: Their substance is altered by the intravenous needle of injustice. But I take pleasure in the faces of those who thirst for fairness. You cherish those who teach you survival! I am not dead yet, it is not too late to open my depths and drink the medicine of hope that deposits itself quietly there.