Justice Poems - Poems about Justice

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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I heard a story today, it felt just like mine, In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine. Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see. Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me. You are brave, so much braver than I. You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky. My pain,...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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The Earth isn't dying—no, she's screaming, a sound you've stopped hearing. she cried when girls walked miles for rusted, tainted water, when ancient forests become forgotten, ash–filled pyres, no worn map ever dared to mark. In my homeland, we don't fear the tempest's furious might.  We fear the silence – The hollow echo of empty, cracked wells,  the desolate stretch of barren,...

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I CONTACTED SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND 2003 ANDREW JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BREAKING INTO MY HOME SEARCHING FOR IDENTITIES IN MY FAMILIES OBITUARIES ARRIVING WITH GUNMAN ANDREW HENRY TO END MY LIFE IN TAMPA HE WAS MURDERED AT MY FEET ANDREW WAS HIRED BY CIRO GARGANO JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND TO...

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whoever does an atom’s weight of good shall see it and whoever does an atom’s weight of evil shall see it whatever one does shall comeback to him or her, justice ...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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Basking in the sunlight In a field of flowers A peaceful look in her She looks up to the sky And realises how much she loves life This is all she wanted In a world that eradicates through hatred In this moment She felt grounded Listening to the sounds of nature She lost a lot of her...

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