Late Night Drabbles

1. Injustice {Poem}

There was injustice.

Injustice was as fresh as the tears falling like a waterfall from humanities' eyes.

Injustice was as present as the bruises that litter the battered face of humanity.

Injustice was a thundering grandiloquence that frightened humanity.

Injustice was as new as the scars on humanities' back.

Injustice was as tasteless as the horrid words that pollute humanities' mouth.

Injustice was as pointless as the flickering of a dying light.

Injustice was a thick onslaught of decomposing matters with no fixed resolution.

Injustice was a heavy fog that clouds the truth of life.

Injustice was an ice storm of piety and bigotry that seemed to grow colder and frigid by the second.

Injustice was as plain and simple as the letters on this page.