"Justice"

Cuffs and chains

Locked and barred.

Week old stains

And freedoms scarred.

Sixty fights

In sixty minds

Empty nights

Beneath the blinds.

Guilty black

In guilty hearts.

Blind attacks

And stolen parts.

Healthy bodies

Broken minds.

Stupid follies

Sights that blind.

Frenzied nights

And frenzied cries.

Dented rights

And ruined lives.

Demented justice

Wrecking crimes.

Tainted roughness

Pleading signs.

These are faces

Of imprisoned times.

Of missing cases,

Mistaken crimes.

Who are the masses

To judge the few?

Who has the know

To do what we do?

Who is the judge

Of transgressions passed?

Who sees the smudges

Of lives harassed?

Certainly not them

Not you or I.

Can judge the stem

Of a moment’s high.

We pick, we prod

We poke and we stick.

Pretending fraud

And talking tricks.

How can we speak,

When we've all done worse?

We cut down the weak

To hide and disperse.

We talk with loose lips

And hear with tight ears.

We go on false tips

And speak with false tears.

How are we human

When we can’t even feel?

When we lock away troubles

In boxes of steel.

With cuffs and chains,

Locks and bars.

With week old stains

And "freedom’s" scars...