Best Justice Is Blind Poems
Rip down the statues
Rename the streets
Police the language
Label it hate speech
Burn down the cities
In peaceful protest
Justice is racist
Thus, civil unrest
No longer about
Seats on the bus
A bus itself
Is labeled unjust
Envy a sin
Yet the very basis
Of a pernicious movement
Mislabeled social justice
True justice is blind
Social justice sees
Skin tone blamed
For all disparity
Media propogandist
Mix up the facts
Left is right
Right is wrong
Gaslighting Americans
With their fake news
Giving demonic takes
Editing out truth
Hate your enemy
Get up in their face
Resist reality
Let ideology replace
Tragedy in the schools
Fools blame it on tools
Deceived bunch of souls
Who forget man reaps what he sows
How it all ends
Is known in advance
Simply have faith
Knowing it doesn’t happen by chance
He glances out the window,
And watches the sunset,
But he doesn’t see the beauty,
Nor the warm rays which,
Pierces through the glass,
Only the anticipation and,
Anxiety of a long night,
Carefully, he watches,
The colors change,
First the bright orange,
"God I pray this never ends…"
Filling with a deep red,
"Just a little while longer…"
Slowly softening to the,
Deceptive pinks and purples,
"Please, one more minute…"
Fading into the crimson black,
Which only night can bring,
Reluctantly, he gets ready for sleep,
Yet, knows it will never come,
He tossed and turns,
Half praying, half waiting,
Knowing what will happen,
In the way only a child can,
A light! It peeks through a crack,
In the door as a shadow floods the opening,
Quickly, the figure slips through the door,
And shuts it softly, but not without the,
Empty creak which has become so familiar,
The shadow climbs in beside him,
Touching his trembling leg, whispering,
“Hush little brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”
He struggles and writhes,
Sadly knowing he will never,
Break the grip and prays to faint,
To loss all consciousness and,
Memory of that horrible night,
Just for one night without the pain,
Just for one night without,
The cold empty feeling,
Several years pass, too many to count,
A single call, one he had never expected,
He rushes to the hospital to find,
His tormentor for so many years,
Lying on a cold, hard bed,
Able to move, but only by pushing a button,
Able to speak, but only with a whisper,
He stays by him for weeks, caring for him,
Reading to him, watching over him,
Still suffering, still unable to move,
He takes his brother home,
The day goes on, moving slow as all,
The evening comes and he,
Watches once more as the sun sets,
Carefully watching, Orange to red,
Red to purple, and as the purple turns to black,
He walks into the room where his brother lies,
Slowly, he sits next to him, holding a pillow,
Stroking his head whispering,
“Hush big brother, it’ll be alright,
While I’m here, have no fear,
I’ll keep you safe tonight,”
The difference between right and wrong,
Can be hard to find,
But who’s there to see you,
When justice is blind?
THESE ARE THE DAYS
These are the days of turmoil and sorrow
Days that mirror Sodom and Gomorrah
Days where our country is engaged in war
Days that God must certainly abhor
Days where children senselessly kill
Schoolmates and teachers just for a thrill
These are the days where drug lords rule
Where justice is spurned and played the fool
Murder and mayhem are a way of life
Creating fear and causing great strife
These are the days where justice is blind
Days that may soon be the fall of mankind
These are the days that many are dreading
Days that may soon become Armageddon
These are the days that are beginning to look
Like those described in Revelation's book
These are the days of misfortune for man
Days that are difficult to understand
But every knee shall bow and every tongue confess
That Jesus is Lord and He will end all stress
He will separate the goats from the sheep
There will be great sorrow and gnashing of teeth
Christ is the Truth, the Life, and the Way
To escape the torment of 'these are the days'
31 May 2018
For the contest sponsored by Daniel Turner
Truth - Justice - Trust
Three players around a bridge table
move their pieces on the game board,
all the Squares are Red
from blood spilled by making the wrong move,
for believing the lies of a worthy opponent called Truth
eyes that lie - lies of a spy - all rolling the same die -
power struggle to control the outcome of the game
first over the wall and across the bridge wins.
Roll the dice if you dare take the chance of making the wrong move.
What is the risk if the rules of the game keep changing?
Justice cheats but Justice is blind; not to the strategy of opponents.
Truth lies and Trust can't be trusted to tell the truth.
Pretense and subterfuge
Three players around the bridge table. Who holds the winning piece?
Will Trust be the loser if he's caught in the middle?
If he believes Truth and Justice he should be called Gullible.
Blowing up the bridge table would put an end to Trust
an end to the game - of the world? Liberty does have a price.
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2/24/16 Pick a Theme Contest: Craig Cornish
Have you ever wondered about JUSTICE?
What does it really mean? I think that JUSTICE
means different things to different people.
To some people - JUSTICE is just a form of
vengeance or maybe revenge. To others it's
a way of consolation, to ease their mind and
their pain.
It has been said , that JUSTICE is blind. I think
they are right, because JUSTICE can't see
and sometimes the real criminals go free.
When a crime gets commited and a person gets
convicted, they get punished with prison time,or
the death penalty. People say that JUSTICE was
done.
Sometimes years later, they find out that the
wrong person was convicted. Do you think - that
was JUSTICE? If a person is doing time, that
person has a chance to go free one day, but if that
person was executed, he or she will never come back.
Maybe it's time to take off the blindfold so JUSTICE
can see. Not everybody is inocent, but I think that
more lives could be saved if only JUSTICE could see...
809/03/2012
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
For The serious contest:
In the country I live the criminal is adored.
He’s placed on a pedestal far above laws.
He’s put into prisons with revolving doors
that exits to streets where he rages some more.
The purpose of prison is to rehab the con
and keep him from doing any more harm.
But the product that exits that revolving door
is murder and mayhem worse than before.
Now, there are many who say that justice is blind
but you have to admit that it lost it’s mind
when it sets criminals out on the loose
to ravage society with endless abuse.
The law has a purpose of that I am sure
but what is that purpose I’m still looking for.
It shelters the criminal, stresses the cop
and sends all of society reeling in shock.
The system we have just doesn’t make sense
when the victims must suffer all the expense.
They pay for the courts, the cops, and jails
and pay with their lives when the system fails.
Now, why are lawyers in this so thick?
Their survival depends on the criminal clique.
The more clients they have the more they survive,
it’s to their advantage to see that they thrive.
The psychiatrist says they’re misunderstood
if you drug them and hug them they will be good.
But psychiatry can make criminals worse,
and society is shoved in the back of a hearse.
Justice has value to degrees that it’s done
and when it’s not served then the criminals won
So fight fire with fire, crime with gallows and gun;
that which defeats you is what you may become.
I’ll be a vigilante, jury and judge.
I’ll put your neck in a noose and give you an nudge.
I’ll push you from the pedestal and watch as you dance
with the ACLU shoved up your underpants.
They say we are free
yet the laws are governed by hypocrisy
doctrines by decree
dictating to you and me
Justice is blind
and the gavel comes down
hidden in plain sight is
the criminal justice system
such a fine line
policy and law designed to protect you
that's what they have you believe
Stand knell plea bargain deal
The lies of our military
and the contempt of our president
by the swipe of a pen high jacked into ruin
computers media money and threats
Hypocrites that contradict
spoken words without meaning
Do as I say and not as you want
Bewildered are its people
speechless on both grounds
he says we'll get these terrorists
standing smug and proud
Staunch believer my way is the only way
Violates USA treaty
Destabilizes our economy
inflates the pump
world leaders taking a stance
the arms race again taking face
3rd world leaders are painted evil
hidden agendas and secret court rulings
Political arrogance
the image they portray
using the illusion of media
to trick and sway
to gain your trust, to make you believe
in their ideology
They speak of change
they want to work for you and me
so they go on tour to raise money to preach
to visit a state they analyze a sheet
it shows favorbility places they dont call you a liar, **** or a cheat
but in the end your vote doesn't count
a judge ruled it he signed it into law
King George lives again today
holding in his hand a dagger behind his back
I'll kill all those that get in my way.
I am the Sovereign rule I am the Sovereign law.
If the truth was pretty
And it smelled just right…
Or it taste like a t-bone
And came in diet light…
If truth was static free
And came in easy stages…
Or in scratch n sniff colors
On large n glossy pages…
If the truth looked good
On my arm uptown…
Or sang like a bird
In a sequin gown…
But, … the fool is king, his folly law
His head is thick and fingers raw
Justice is blind and wisdom’s a pearl
Luck is a lady and Truth’s a girl
Her sister is good intentions
The procrastinating whore
Who knocks down the walls
And ignores all the doors
From her cuts I have learned
Truth is the flame, not the burn
She won’t change and she won’t bend
Way too uppity for my friends
To some, Truth is getting rich
And finding perfect mates
But Truth is just a lonely girl
Who never gets a date
Joanna Davis
How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.
I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.
I look for your face, you hold my hand
Give me the grace to understand
Tell me now, what I should do?
Strength of will to see it through
Justice cowers, forced to hide
Too afraid to step outside
Could you stand firm of foot and say
I'll not let fear get in my way?
When a cold white world freezes the truth
Stillborn’s the child and stunts the youth?
Justice is blind, for if she saw,
She’d cry her eyes till they were raw.
I know you not; you know me less
With broken bone do I confess
Sightless eyes feel the pain,
of ruptured heats and punctured vain.
Sole less; heatless, skeletal, carcass.
Statue standing, arms erect
Belches out the crown’s reject.
Justice tight shuts her sight from view
With all that blood...well wouldn’t you?
Don't do the crime
if you can't do the time.
It takes a lot of money in bail
to keep arrested folks out of jail.
Justice is blind, but can be severe.
Crime never pays over here.
inspired by another member's poem
If you are broke with no cash, "Son, you are guilty"
If you have deep pocket with a lot of money, "Son, we will appeal"
No wonder Lady Justice wear a blindfold
The distinguished judge sat on the bench for many, many years.
He was highly esteemed and loved by his associates and his peers.
With great dignity he donned the robe of his honorable profession,
And with clarity and common sense made his rulings at each session.
The challenge of the law since a young attorney was his passion.
For those washed up on perilous shoals, he had great compassion.
Nervous young lawyers were blessed to have him hear their case.
He treated them with ego-boosting dignity and abundant grace.
An unpretentious county judge was all he ever aspired to be,
Upholding his solemn oath to serve the people of his community.
Dispensing justice fairly to the rich and penniless as well,
Interpreting the law as he saw it and in this he did excel!
He scrupulously observed the Constitution and the tenets it decreed,
And espoused The Golden Rule as a way to fully succeed.
He cautioned youngsters of the challenging life that lay ahead,
And to learn from mistakes and pursue productive lives instead.
His long-time and ever faithful Bailiff saw to his every need,
Taking care of all details no matter how small the deed.
Blind justice was a vision in his mind as he balanced the scale.
You see, the judge was legally blind, working with the aid of braille!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
They say the essence of democracy is:
One man, one vote
If this is true,
then American democracy is a joke
Donald John lost by over three million popular votes;
but electoral wizardry trumped the will of the people,
and Hillary’s presidential victory
got a promissory loan default note
Defenders of democracy say
that your one vote
means a lot to Miss Statue of Liberty
But dazed and confused wailing voters,
don’t you know,
a graven idol can’t hear neither see
Voter justice is blind, obviously
One man, one vote
ain’t nothing
but a lot of mirrors and a lot of smoke
Democracy ain’t nothing but
synthetic Greco-Roman dope,
designed to give the people false hope
Take a puff and go voter loco
One man, one vote
ain’t nothing
but slavery dreams full of empty hope
One man, one vote
Keep putting your trust in man,
he’s gonna yank your cattle neck by the rope
One man, one vote ...
The powers-that-be got one thing right,
their selection was a joke!
your honor
my client comes
to the witness stand
if it pleases the court
zip-to-fact o circumstantial evidence
the propensity of the situation
is due to the lack of fabrication
of the circumstances thus
my client articulates and reciprocates
the jurisprudence of these
counterfeit allegations and bogus charges
in conclusion i throw myself before
the sweet mercy of this court
oh justice is blind
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Beacon of liberty stunningly original
Integrity unbending
…. genuinely formidable
Courageousness clamoring and Brave
Poised intricately…
to protect and save
Untailored impetuous spirit thrives
Inside hiding Many…
burdened lives
Never forgiving nor merciful to sin
Always a fair trial
…. before judgment comes in
Cantering an unstoppable Flawlessness
Altruistic in setting
…. faithful lawfulness
Do not bequeath your liberties ashore
Impenetrable stone…
stands forever more
Marvel your life story to the world once or thrice
Generations of healers…
Mentor’s heed advice
stand tall in your truth…never back down
justice is blind…
…yet it always sleeps sound~
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