Sum

Injustice is not ended without wear, and if it is to you, that it must come, despite the provocation, or the bear, consider self, as ransom for its sum. That placing of thy life upon the strum, of mind-sets rank, contingencies duldrum, accepting vile fate as wanton hum, ignoring chronic hurt, its paths succumb. That rescue of intent, from times unsung, sing heartily for within, truth's force is from, conspiring evil's battle, its among, so commonplace, a cushion of undone. Oh cruelty's heart - is effort, chaffing's won, that putting down to weakness, lives its own self-cruelty, like no bond could faith its hone, and value its dissension, justice prone. Seek law - that sum of knowing the unknown, gives proving of thy course - is not alone!