we keep justice
sealed under
bell-shaped glass
and morality
locked in amber
on our pristine
mantelpieces
we dust them off
from time to time
novelties to be
displayed
nonchalantly
when discerning guests
come to call
rest we now on our laurels?
weep, ye
lady liberty
/blind/
yet she sees
scales unbalanced
/hang/
justice
from the gallows
what say ye
from the gallery
/judge!/
when our pillars
are pilloried
/oh fair lady/
it’s balls to the walls
in our halls
/to restore?/
of
justice
Languish in dubious lassitude?
Times have changed now
who know for better or worse,
Justice now doesn’t depend on the
severity now
depends on the numbers being judged;
A lone cry in the night
doesn’t account for anything
unless it’s compounded
with hashtags and March
Justice is not only blind
but deaf these days
piercing us;
like shards of glasses
left alone in dark.
or arise we thrusting sprouts of change?
scaling our hopes
dissected years float
weighing on bent necks
where lies the end of wrong?
step out from the curtain
shout your truth
change the world
erase lies, scrap the excuses
it’s all or nothing
speak your mind
or lose it
there are no armchairs left
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Your poem touched my heart.specially this lines- Languish in dubious lassitude?
Times have changed now who know for better or worse, Justice now doesn’t depend on the severity now depends on the numbers being judged; A lone cry in the night doesn’t account for anything unless it’s compounded with hashtags and March Justice is not only blind but deaf these days piercing us; like shards of glasses left alone in dark. Really amaizing dear..keep writing like this more article!!!