Touted deals ripens every moment,

New systems are built on fame and opulence,

The mighty and the rich command;

Yes sirs! My lords. My heart is broke;

Where is justice?

May I give it up as something dead,

Naivety

Vague lexicon of the old-school,

Ever lost no matter where to search

Like fossils buried deep in the abyss?

It’s found not in the church,

In the simmering thought of the intelligentia;

Through boycotts,

Through rampages and vandalism

That shakes the streets like hailstorms;

Or shall I find it in my ego?

No justice, oh poverty stricken,

Thou urged out of his blood,

His rightful justice bared,

Down trodden of statesmen

In the open and strewn courts

Like sepulchers

Where justice is thrown scattered

© Gideon Bore. See More of Gideon’s poetry collection at: www.voicesnet.org