By time
I wait for justice
Seeing the horror
Of war before
Subdued my heart
From quick justice
I wait for justice
By time
My assailant
Runs freely
Never did he know
That freedom
Itself isn't free
The only treasure
The only angel
The second to none
Who do look up to now
Why should I blame God
For the actions of men
Do men not know what
They do
I wait for justice
In time
I wait for justice
As my heart shears tears
My face moistens with shed tears
My head aches
From the excessive loss of tears
While my tear jar forcefully
Pumps helplessly
For how long
For how long
Can I hold on
To unforgettable memories
To the lit anger and pitiless hatred and disgust
I can't lay myself to sleep
Tomorrow comes
And a fat bellied man
With a wig
In a mourning black cape
Tells the house
From a height arrogantly
Case close
Till now
Justice hasn't been served me right
This is injustice
This is injustice
This is injustice
As I chant and rally about
With a wide cardboard
Written on it
Injustice
Justice among men
Isn't a rain
That may fall everywhere
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My Version Of Poetry
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