Rumbling like the grumble of the stomach
Lightning cracks and screams,
The sky weeps today.
So sad it turned black like the doomsday,
Crying over the dark world for the child
Who went hungry today.
The building are decimated,
No house to sleep.
And the sky can't seem to stop it's weep.
Truly heartbroken from inside they both are.
Blood, blood everywhere,
Stained on the machines.
Hefty people everywhere,
Decimating everything like machines.
Justice seems far,
Death is nearer.
The path has never been clearer.
But he longs for justice.
May the blood get washed away,
For the sky weeps today.
May they both become happy someday.
May he eat food under the blue sky someday.
Spider said, "I wouldn't hurt no flies",
as, innocently, he blinked his eyes.
The jury didn't see it that way,
and, at the end of the day,
on the electric chair, he fries.
I will offer my heart, so that it may be yours by the right.?
I will give you myself unto sacrifice, that you may live.
You may break my heart, that I might suffer while yet young.?
You may stab me with a knife, because you believe you know better—?
better than God, in whom all things are created;?
better than the devil himself, in whom things are destroyed;?
better than the world and all people unborn;?
better than angels, whose will is in God.
Better than my words—?for the deed of your will shall speak thee,?
and in that deed be revealed the evil within?of one who drives his knife into the innocent children.
The school suspended three guys
for their bald-faced lies
Justice is compromised
if the punishment’s a prize
Justice is like a queue
that ensures the fairness of first-come, first-served;
When the row of law shows its authority,
everyone follows as the order is observed.
Justice is like a traffic light
that gives right signs to every traveler;
When the ambulance of quandary must pass,
the red light yields to save a life in danger.
Justice is like a plumb line
that detects what has gone crooked or bowed,
When the lead weight of impartiality pinpoints the skewness,
the cord of vertical code is clear and loud.
Justice is like a whistle
that calls a violation when rules are broken;
When it makes a sharp and shrill sound of sanction,
the felon feels the blow of the warrant's wind.
Justice is like a broom
that sweeps out fraud wherever there is grime;
The firm stiff bristles of candor come,
removing the dirt and dust of crime.
We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
Where is room for sublime
in Trump-Modi era
if we talk about
grief, trauma, social justice
liberation, health, job
happiness in a culture
of divide and rule through
rightward extremism?
comics of history
in lanes and bylanes
search lingams for new world
threat murals of mutiny
recreating new forms
unearthly light and space
in old tales sacred for
visions of heritage
I don’t share their tangerine
nor stream in their landscape
even if I’m consumed
in blankness of fire or flood
Feel them in my tendons
Hear them in the quiet
See them in the wind
Smell their fragrance
A constant in my life
Like a steel manacle
Arrested and limited
I must pay the price
Sins from lives past
Karmic justice served
Grow I must or else
Be trapped hereafter
So I speak the truth
I am compassionate
Eschewing victimhood
Pleasing higher beings
I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
Chemmani lies beneath the earth,
carrying the names of the lost.
Voices of families became questions:
will our children's justice prevail?
A school bag left the child's back,
A shoe ripped off their foot.
Bottles of milk spilled,
bodies covered soil and dirt.
Our children taken from us,
Mothers, fathers, grandparents.
Our love for our loved ones,
taken away from us in a second.
Justice for Chemmani,
justice for our children.
Yet the question still remains:
will our children's justice prevail?
your tiger can snore
through the wayside and justice
her aether will be
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
741.
Adoration to Mary:
Mother of Justice
Our Mother in Heaven, we adore you
Our Mother Mary – Mother of Justice – a Christian Virtue
Receive this adoration from your children
An adoration next to that of our Father in heaven
Oh Mama Mary, source of our Christian Justice
Your intercession we always please
Your just children will adore you forever
Glory be to you also, our Heavenly Mother.
Amen.
-11/11/2019
(Dumarao)
*Adoration to Mary as Mother of Virtues
OF HOPE AND HER JUICES…
Despite the dry soil,
Justice sprouting and blooming:
Hope’s juices ready:-
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
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