Dear criminal,
You are In Justice;
Its heart, its soul,
Its beating blood:
Feel it, and
reveal it.
Can you not hear
the endless whispers
Of criminals
come before you -
Let them speak!
let Justice speak:
You
are In Justice.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Ripples
PoetryButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
