They say
Justice is blind
But one person
Who cares only about themself
Gets to decide what justice is?
If justice
Is sending an innocent man
Away
From his family,
His friends,
His life,
No trial,
Because you don’t like his tattoo
Is justice,
I want no part of it.
Can you not see
If it can happen to him
It can happen to anyone.
Because he came here
Illegally
Is he less human?
Does anyone deserve this fate?
No.
But how are you so blind?
Why can’t you see,
If this goes on,
We will have nothing left!
Democracy
Is gone,
Supporting other countries
Is gone,
Love
Is gone.
So what is America
But an empty shell
Filled with people who care so much about themselves
That they cannot find it in them
To love anything but their ideals.
They have no compassion for an innocent man,
Less for those who may not be innocent
But still deserve due process.
Is this greatness?
To harden your heart and love yourself?
I am crying
Not only for this innocent man
But for you, America
For a country that was great
Only when the people were great.
Questions and Musings 2
By Michelle Morris
March 2013
To be respectful and give dignity,
You’d think it a right to humanity.
To be decent and fair and kind,
You’d think it right, but justice is blind.
Why can’t we just put aside our difference?
Why can’t we just put aside our indifference?
Why can’t we just be different?
Why can’t we just be?
© Michelle Morris, 2013
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
As a child, I learned that life is cruel
And justice is blind
My loving family filled with secrets and care
All I ever wanted
A love to call my own
A place to be unafraid of my surroundings
Why am I ever denied
Leaving scars on my heart
All I ever needed was a love that is real
To never feel alone and disregarded
All I ever wanted was my time on the moonlit path of romance
To feel loved and safe
But I was held to a standard around my elders
Hope that they would change their ideas
So my hope was twisted and rooted to fear
I hide myself, who I am,
All I ever wanted acceptance and love
So keep hidden my secret designs my plots a face worn
I watch on the outside as others delight in the pleasures and joys of love
Days turn to hours and hours to years
When they solve the mysteries once beheld by misguided eyes
And all truths are spoken confessions boldly told
Then can I finally come home
Justice is blind and sleeping,
Lady Liberty is weeping;
We are lying to ourselves
about the state of our society;
Lurking like an ugly word
broadcasted upon a neon sign,
saying ‘Are you sure it’s safe for you?
The people there are all Black.’
Under the guise of inclusion
May the fifth can’t sound Mexicano
‘Be careful with this party,
it can’t be called ‘Cinco de Mayo’.
Lingering like a broken refrain,
We’re really all faking;
Oh, we call it ‘Mediterranean’
we can’t say Afghan,Iraqi or Iranian;
The country is reeling;
Every single one of us bleeding,
to show each other we are all the same.
The distinguished judge sat on the bench for many years.
He was highly esteemed, loved by the community and his peers.
The challenge of the law since a young attorney was his passion.
For those washed up on perilous shoals he had great compassion.
An unpretentious county judge was all he ever aspired to be,
Upholding his solemn oath to serve the people of the community.
Dispensing justice fairly to the rich and penniless as well,
Interpreting the Constitution as he saw it and in this he did excel.
He cautioned youngsters of the challenging life that lay ahead,
And to learn from mistakes and pursue productive lives instead.
His long-time and 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!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Justice" Contest
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
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!
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
What happen to my country
My beloved Oh God!
Why are those in thrones
Perilous and proud?
Mighty influential
Omnipotent and rich
They’re high criminals
So hard to reach.
Why they have power
To control everything?
These craving culprits
Don’t know how to sing.
Justice is blind
For those who are down
Justice prevails
For one who wears crown.
How lavishly poor
This country my God
Do we live fairly
In a place full of odds?
Oh my God
Where is our hope?
These living criminals
Dominates our slope.
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 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
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:
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
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?
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