For those who reap us of thousands of grand’s
Lavish their wealth on treasures of the land
Justice often does us no right on this stand
For it gives the culprits only a helping hand
Justice is sometimes wrong
Justice is meant to be honour
Justice is sometimes strong
Justice is meant to be society’s formidable cure
With words I can create drama
With written words I cannot stammer
But Justice will do us no right in this drama
For I am called black but I got a white mama
In vain I see no reasonable sense
In this precluded abstract nonsense
And as Justice wears again its white robes
I sincerely hope that it will always accurately probe
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
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I would like to translate this poem
One man's justice is another's anathema...Justice is all too subjective, in many cases, and does not serve its proper purpose...It all seems to come down to that what you allude to in your poem....depends on who we decide to break ourr bread with....and how ethics, and conscience play principal roles, in how our lives, and the future of our children will unfold. Thus far, i think we have all (as a world) failed each other & ourselves...abhorrently.Nice Work... FjR