Treasure Island

David Memedi

(Hospital)

Justice Is Just Not There


Justice
Is left to unsuspecting eyes
The public’s truth is abused and broken
Through the governments cruel lies.

Money spent on holidays and trips round the world
While others die of hunger and thirst
The prime minister will keep on living longer
He doesn’t know how to live in unknowing worst

He only knows of life’s ups and extravagance
Being pampered and pruned
His deceitful ways of hiding the truth
My hurt and knowing, is a growing wound

His life is glamour and star lit balls
Of expensive food and parties
While others are living in dirt and grime
Just wanting life’s simple necessities.

So please help us,
Give us some needed support
The justice in this world is fallen into nothing
Violence will be my last resort

Yet if it comes to that, don’t think I won’t
I will make your life hell
I’m just asking for a chance to survive
If you don’t, inevitably we will rebel

Shed us some light of life
Come to our aid of distress
And at least give us a sense of hope
So we are not forever in darkness

Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 17, 2011
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