Madam Justice has been drugged.
She's been knocked out and lies in a coma.
We'll have to hold our own until she come to.
Meanwhile the horses are loose and running wild.
So are the lunatics and criminals.
By all names..By any, a cretin..Bet that last
Penny.' cregan; a creature, of dark tensions and most nightmarish featured; invention.' In respect, of the vindictive..Constitutionly contradictive,
With verb-iage, so offensive; a diorreah, spewed most intensive, the bad joke on a Nation..
What useful pupose? his tenure; and summations?
Destined a red rose, as her tired feet were that day
Day she stepped on the bus, she sat where she should
Should, upfront, where she belongs, so peacefully
Peacefully, with fortitude, seeking equality and justice.
Justice she never thought would come with such liberty
Liberty divinely shining, smiling eloquently, abundantly
Abundantly with God’s fortitude, her aching feet planted
Planted to move not, like a tree rooted beside still waters.
Waters of stillness in her soul, running deep, led by God
God leading her through the valley of the shadow of death
Death where the Lord is her Shepherd—she feared no evil
Evil, His rod and staff protect her with goodness and mercy.
Mercy, she shows all the days of her life compassionately
Compassionately, with reverence and love for humanity.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.—my noble brother of freedom and peace,
Peace and justice ringing from mountaintops like consecrated chapel bells,
Bells resounding high and low across the hilltops and the valleys below,
Below, where the meek and humble gathered to sow their seeds of faith.
Faith, small as a mustard seed, yet mighty enough to move great mountains—
Mountains of despair overturned through the pursuit of equality and justice for all,
All God’s created people, without exception, endowed with equal human rights,
Rights granted by the Creator to all humanity in our blessed pursuit of happiness.
Happiness and freedom flowing from God’s love into the heart of humanity—
Humanity awakened to equal justice, righteousness, dignity, and emancipation,
Emancipation and representation earnestly sought, courageously fought, and won,
Won through radiant visions of hope shedding luminescent light upon the weary.
Light filled with saving grace from above, restoring strength to the brokenhearted,
Blessings from the Creator—bestowed upon those fashioned for everlasting love.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D., Epulaeryu Master. All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
Falun Dafa Hao! Falun Dafa Hao!
Echoed through the hospital halls
A woman’s voice in clear distress
Her haunting conviction was professed
The guard on duty turned to see
The young teacher he abused previously
The callous surgeons stood around
The gurney where her body was found
Her organs were extracted one by one
While fully aware, until the last cut was done
Suddenly the guard was sick with dismay
Witnessing the murder with horrific display
Doctors turned butchers, a gruesome scene
Ccp’s State organ-harvesting a nefarious scheme
Fund the military, and eradicate Falun Gong
The genocide of millions. 26 years long
Falun Dafa Practitioners are clarifying the facts
Exposing the truth of the ccp’s sinful acts
The halls of hell can hide no more
Falun Dafa Hao echoes like a lion’s roar!
Shhh! Can you hear the hunger’s moan,
Children hollow, left alone?
Silent streets where shadows yearn,
We burn, we burn, for you to learn.
Shhh! Feel the hands that grasp for air,
Empty bowls, and vacant stare.
Your quiet gaze lets chains remain,
We rise in fire to break the chain.
Shhh! Listen close, the walls will speak,
For every lost, for every weak.
The flames of truth cannot be tamed,
Our voices roar, though you’ve restrained.
Shhh! See the pain behind your door,
The hungry cries you can’t ignore.
If silence kills, then hear this plea,
We scream for justice, for you to see.
Shhh! Now feel the embers grow,
From broken streets, the fires show.
No longer whispers, we claim our turn,
Hear us, stand with us, we burn, we burn.
Shhh! The silenced rise, no longer still,
Our voices rise against your will.
For every life ignored, unseen,
We fight, we speak, for what has been.
With a loud cry, a strike of lightening and the fierceness of the wind.
It comes to bring balance.
It comes to bring peace.
It does not waver; it shows no favor.
For Justice, sees beyond what we can see.
Justice is here and it will stay until closure comes and peace is what remains.
And with a loud cry, Justice strikes and blows through the unjust with a fierceness that can only be calmed when balance is restored.
Justice is here and Justice will stay.
Let the the sacrifices we made vanish in vein
Let the blood that was poured burn like the woods on the fireplace and fruits of their generosity be seen like the smoke from the chimney
May the good lord wash away the pain from our hearts but not the scars from our souls so that we might remember work of the precious souls we lost
May the smell of their grief reach the heart of the Almighty like the smoke of the accepted sacrifice
Let the the sacrifices we made not vanish in vein
Let the blood that was poured burn like the woods on the fireplace and fruits of their generosity be seen like the smoke from the chimney
May the good Lord wash away the pain from our hearts but not the scars from our souls
So that we might remember the work of the precious souls we lost
May the smell of their grief reach the heart of the Almighty like the smoke of the accepted burnt sacrifice.
May the chimney remind us of your good work and dispose the pain like the bad smoke.
Written: November 02, 2025, for contest by: Robert James Liguor
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The frozen core of human activeness
where the temperament recklessly smiles,
sludge cascades from the blade's edge
A joyous opsimath emerges,
reminiscent of rebellion and aged books,
sturdy and infused with a grin.
His unique calling sign is the "lard of law."
He wears robes adorned with nimbus designs
and stands before a wall of questions.
He gathers information from insightful individuals
Every conundrum is a breach in the law,
And every victim wants to be obvious,
He repeats sharp retorts to the sentient
To the obstreperous, the zymotic throbbing of history.
He says that justice is not banausic.
She is a lissome Nereid,
dancing with eurythmic elegance through garbage.
Though weariness grasps the morning,
and moribund minds look for troughs, not summits.
He persists on—
a sherpa of the spirit,
bestow the noisome into view
where enlightenment flowers akin to vernal fire.
Justice is not a flaw,
It's beginning
It is Nemesis
the tiny thread that links,
the strained heart to the flimsy earth.
Epilogue: The Voice of Rome
CHORUS:
The years roll on, and men ascend and fall,
As waves that break upon time’s stony shore.
Yet virtue, like the sun, doth never set,
Though clouds may veil her face from mortal eyes.
We saw the tyrant crowned in purple pride,
And saw him cast to exile’s bitter wind.
We heard the sage rebuke with tempered flame,
And watched his seed take root in youthful hearts.
Now one who sat beneath his olive shade
Doth wear the robe once stained by Varro’s hand.
Temptation knocks, as ever it hath done,
Yet wisdom speaks, and he doth not betray.
O Rome, thy soul is not in marble bound,
Nor in the clang of arms or Senate’s cry.
It lives in minds that hold the law as sacred,
And hearts that scorn the lure of fleeting gold.
Let every age remember Lucilius,
Who taught that power is but a trust bestowed,
And that the highest rank is servitude
To truth, to justice, and the common man.
So ends our tale, but not its living flame.
For though the actors vanish from the world,
Their deeds endure, inscribed in memory’s stone.
And Rome shall rise, if Romans still be wise.
You are responsible
for your own Justice...
Is Justice the Law...
Law is domination through domain...
Do I have domain...
You have self determination,
you have domain of your Heart...
Is there not justice in the world...
Are You in the world...
Will others understand my justice...
Will they know who you Are,
will they care...
How do I know if I am Just...
The verdict is in your Heart...
J.A.B.
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
IN AND OF THE EQUITY OF DIVINE WISDOM AND GUIDANCE
Wisdom nourishing,
Understanding hydrating,
Be bound in service:
Engaged in labors of love,
With services to others:-
Energized in faith,
With belief in God and self,
Be an enlightener:
Reflecting inspiration,
And navigating guidance:-
In every way,
Be an instrument of peace,
Cultivating equity:-
Canvassing God’s will,
Pathway justice’s liberty:-
Squaring off with hope,
Cube peace, love, and unity:
Onement, the product:-
Resurrecting awareness,
Seek righteousness ascension:-
In divine wisdom
Always protract God’s oneness,
And divine evidence:
When He created this world,
Life dawned with equality:-
(I)
Bags power, corruption lurks within,
In daylight they break your self-esteem.
Never stand for truth, nor see the light,
Wrapping lies to keep you out of sight.
(II)
With artificial spines they daydream,
Wearing crowns on thrones that bleed and scream.
Power and fame will fade away,
Their dirty deeds will face the day.
(III)
Burned to ashes, their glory torn,
While Karma sharpens her blade in scorn.
Awaiting the end of their defiance,
The fire they fed will feast in silence.
(IV)
On masks and pride that shun the light,
When echoes fade, none mourn their plight.
The whisper of justice will rise from the dust,
Truth will roar louder than rusted trust.
(V)
No crown can shield from the storm they’ve made,
The mirror of time won’t let deceit fade.
The thrones will crumble, the chains will break,
For dawn is born when the liars shake.
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