Our world, an enormous place,
with people with blades.Filled with hatred and love,
that we cannot control.Through our veins flow,
rage and calm.Justice is a want,
we're fighting for.Innocents blood spills,
and dye the hands,
of poisoned forces,
with justice fake.
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PoetryLittle words create little thoughts. Poems and thoughts. In a few languages: (English, Spanish, Polish).
Justice
Our world, an enormous place,
with people with blades.Filled with hatred and love,
that we cannot control.Through our veins flow,
rage and calm.Justice is a want,
we're fighting for.Innocents blood spills,
and dye the hands,
of poisoned forces,
with justice fake.