loureedraven3Oh justice
you queer creature
when did it become
to be so clouded?
if I were a storm
I’d gather your secrets
and rub them clear
from obscured tempest
capturing land with fists of murder
Oh justice
they ask me
what I want for my future
it’s not me I am concerned for
but the child who is let-down
before he begins
pain the innocent suffer
just for resisting easier path
sin is the great reaper
so many follow and worship
it becomes hard to see clearly
what is right anymore
oh justice
I would leave this world now
my last breath
if you could grant a restoration
put order back
arrange the books on the shelf
so people will come and read
truth may be dusty
but she is sorely
in need