The price of conviction
A system made to feed itself on justice needs unjust
And it must grow to look for it, or that machine will rust
To twist a loose screw, tightens it but tight screws come undone
More evil's from justice than did ever come from fun.
Stunt a Rose's growth and it will twist more, grow more thorns
Than it may be punished for it's break from social norms
But do not mourn for it for rose oil brightly gleams
And we always need more oil for our big justice machine
Copyright © Max Gren | Year Posted 2020
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