You, in the court,
Sitting there in your fancy robes
And well paid job.
Talk about justice.
You, common people,
Who know what goes on
But do nothing to stop it.
Talk about justice.
You, reading this,
On your expensive and
Electronic gadgets.
Talk about justice.
You, who can see,
What is happening to me,
The person I've become.
Talk about justice.
You, who couldn't care less, you don't have the right
To talk about justice.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
