Justice Poems - Poems about Justice

My oath, a word, a mission, a law, to walk the sacred path of being human— fierce, and yet profoundly kind. My soul, a compass, divinely aligned. I heal with a thousand salient balms— words, deeds, and quiet thought. For wounds unseen and histories unsaid, a constant, quiet redemption I've sought. I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics. A quiet hand that...

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Travis shot a black man, he says it was self defense They put him in solitary, that punishment is intense. For 27 months he was in "the hole" let out for just one hour where he could use a phone, exercise, and shower. Then he got a new jail, in a ten by eight cell So many threats to his...

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Rip the sheets of comfort of their privileged bodies Let the cold hit their skin To feel the harsh reality of life Fed with safety and security No longer will they be coddled by warmth Whiteness will not save you Your evil will be put to shame Your secrets pushed into the spotlight Pandering will not be allowed We are tired of...

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Vindication’s Dawn My soul does not crave the blade of vengeance, Its fleeting sting, a hollow roar. No, I seek the fire of vindication, A truth that shakes the heavens’ core. The universe, vast and woven tight, Holds every tear, each whispered plea. Its threads are bound by moral might, A tapestry the Almighty sees. No wrath of mine could right the wrong, No mortal...

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We do not wear the judge’s robe, Nor sit upon their towering seat, But in the shadows where you walk, We bring the fire to your defense. We do not ask what you have done— The law has made its cold decree— But still we stand, though storms may come, To guard your frail humanity. Some say you are already lost, Your name weighed...

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A person with a spine Is a servient coward He shouts about justice To secure his power The one without a spine Stays silent, but tall To protect justice From its powerful fall ...

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Force that turns glass shards to mists and causes girders to bend and twist flesh and bone cannot resist nor mortal word can console this pushed to the brink with blotted ink the buttons pressed have secret links to battles pitched it might seem rich for ribbon bars as spirits lift the bodies stiff a cheek to kiss for some they dare not lift the lid an endless list of...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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I am the mirror of truth I am the reflection of accountability That will show the shards of what is, not what's not I will reflect their own darkness back at them So they can feel an ounce of the pain we suffered through To confront the truth of their own inferiority And be trapped in a room full...

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Border surveillance female scouts their warnings unheeded about an attack, imminent, from Gazan Hamasniks IDF superiors pooh-poohed the risks Prime Minister Netanyahu ignored their reports ...

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they wheeled me in like a busted fridge metal bolts, the stink of bleach my hands were calm for once— you'd think I'd scream, but I'd already done all my screaming. a priest mumbled junk at me— I asked for a cigarette, he gave me god instead. the guards were kids shaking like leaves they strapped me tight like I was gonna run. I looked at the...

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See the world around yourself, See the people around you— The scary face of people, The crying face of children. They are scared, lonely, and sad. They fear the world. See the fearless around the world. The mothers are crying with children in their hands, Praying for their children’s life, While others are praying for their children’s future To be bright. People say, “This is the...

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Nothing good ever came out of hell we all can see the enemy works on people's fear The fruits of disaster has been sewn into those consenting freedom has the choice to move without restraints attached removal of these rights has turned the system of law upside down passing laws that amount to curfew status...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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