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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?
Law Writing in Time
The Consequence of business interaction and government without consequences is all ways of being in discussion without terms.
Lined accounts and records differ in possibilities as possession. Yet movement and momentum will not cross nor intersect. This function of non overlapped life embodies trial.
As physics observed outside of time, body a, b, c, and further, space conceals vast amounts of matter.
Matter without volume has constraint, x.
Matter in volume has derivative(s).
The interaction of both fixes cannot comingle.
As a thought a parameter may be experienced while another matter is finite.
Seeing account outside of parameter from fixed account and record travelling in time, velocity is observation of law broken.
Objective journal is duty of space in filled report
Seeing account outside of parameter from fixed
account and record travelling in time, velocity is
observation of law broken.
Objective journal is duty of space in filled report
Initiation of free speech from coordinate of non
poverty is broken law
Justice is blind
The blind repeal is a closed file of argument in
finite language as origin of law
No defense of law exists
Liberty prevails
Overture 1 of Physics
Poverty Reference
Peace Time Rank of Geneva Award
Without Honor, A Cap Is Raised
Conclusive Evidence
Has been recorded beneath Geneva
As Democracy has faltered in hands
natural to remain civilized.
Thank you!
For contacting the International Committee of the Red Cross.
We will respond to your message as soon as possible
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
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
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 law, they say,
Is the same for everyone
But justice is the prerogative
Of the privileged ones
When the poor get implicated
For crimes they never knew
They run hither and thither
With a begging bowl for justice
But those who commit heinous crimes
Snuggle up to luxuries of life
Without the slightest worry
About the outcome of the case
Justice is blind, they say,
But often times it is tilted
In favour of the elite
And against miserable souls
While the poor knock at every door
To get themselves absolved
The elite bail out with wads of cash
Or resort to intimidation or corruption
The prolonged proceedings
Cast a long shadow
On the fate and fortune
Of the poor and the downtrodden
They are condemned to spend
The rest of their accursed life
With their body in shackles
And their mind in solitary confinement
But those who make the mistake
Of assuming that they could get away
With their atrocities on the poor
May be in for a surprise
The blindfolded lady
With a balance in her hand
May be confused
By the outcome of the case
But make no mistake
Karma is bound to boomerang
And punish the criminals
By dispensing poetic justice
The distinguished judge sat on the bench for many, many years.
He was highly esteemed and loved by his associates and his peers.
With great dignity he donned the robe of his honorable profession,
And with clarity and common sense made his rulings at each session.
The challenge of the law since a young attorney was his passion.
For those washed up on perilous shoals, he had great compassion.
Nervous young lawyers were blessed to have him hear their case.
He treated them with ego-boosting dignity and abundant grace.
An unpretentious county judge was all he ever aspired to be,
Upholding his solemn oath to serve the people of his community.
Dispensing justice fairly to the rich and penniless as well,
Interpreting the law as he saw it and in this he did excel!
He scrupulously observed the Constitution and the tenets it decreed,
And espoused The Golden Rule as a way to fully succeed.
He cautioned youngsters of the challenging life that lay ahead,
And to learn from mistakes and pursue productive lives instead.
His long-time and ever 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!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Who can hold up Heaven with a spear stained in blood?!
The youth of yesterday lay deep in cold earth
scarred hearts beat lonely for love torn away
The wind blows scatter clouds
so the sun shines again
tears glisten
will love ever return
Turmoil and destruction stirring fear
blood flows like rivers
innocence disappears
Death eludes evil
while masses die for change
Marching as if thunder
armor outshines the sun
Battle for battle
armies make the earth shake
Lands without borders
only frontiers
Holding up my spear
can Heaven ever be whole
Crystal clear missiles split the night sky
the sword is clasped in dead hands
fire consumes the rage
Yearning for life evaporates in black smoke
the kings still rule, their lives untouched
Sacrifice the youth bleed till they die
while the old call for greater sacrifice
Justice is blind but evil sees
peace is but a luxury
A glimpse of hope smolders in the arms of love
new life sprouts green from pools of blood
I spike my spear into the ground
coolness of breeze dries my sweat
Exhausted with numbness
I fall to the ground
my fingers cling to my spear
I bow to Heaven
as it is written in that wind
scattered clouds
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
screams of millions
cannot be heard
a lone voice
can awake the world
the worst of men
can bring forth the best
do nothing
and nothing is all that's left
truth shall make you free
lies enslave liberty
justice is blind
but evil sees
listen to hear
be silent to speak
false is shallow
truth cuts deep
mock the truth
and it will laugh at you
silence the truth
and it will be heard
bury the truth
and it will dig it self free
kill the truth
and it will live
all is truth truth is all
united evil stands
divided good falls
patience is virtue
time is money
seasons come seasons go
we want to need
and need to want
we hate to love
and love to hate
real is hope
false is fear
now is over than is late
beauty is truth
truth is beauty
a single kiss can multiply into love
a spark can ignite a flame
that will set the world ablaze
truth
rains into a flood
uplifting all into her waves
drowning sorrows
pouring free souls
truth is beauty
beauty is truth