Archie Greenidge

(Far Rockaway, New York, USA)

Justice - Poem by Archie Greenidge

Justice, justice, justice!
Where art thou? ye Stewarth?
Justice is the very warmth of an inn,
When interred from the bitter slippery, frosty storm.
Justice is the norm.
It's illusive to the door, like a very fastened door,
Cannot be entrusted to flurry mind.
Justice must be mandated.
With justice the waves are calm,
There is never a harm.
No one needs justice until
They themselves are imprisoned.
Justice is not heresy,
It's the healing of the soul.


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  • Gold Star - 27,267 Points Chinedu Dike (5/1/2015 5:07:00 AM)

    Indeed justice is the healing of the soul. A nicely articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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