An unjust law is no law at all allowed
By the few not for all.
Who are you who would care,
If but by them your full potential is kept
Out of reach from woman and man or child!
Thus a book that is burned their resounding
Words are not kept nor spoken out loud.
Hiding from mobs kept in the dark filthy rain,
Morally blind to it's call.
Ask any child, read it out loud, unduly influenced
A stream to a river, a river to the sea, if it's true course
Is allowed,
Covered not over as now most are by each damn!
We all hear about the greatness of our humanity,
To resist what's not right,
Giving up not to fight greatness never achieved
Or allowed.
Help ease my mind with Grace and like mind, up from
The past where still we are at.
The harder one work's, the tired one becomes, just to recover
What one has lost,
Taken for granted to get up and do it again.
One knows what is right, one knows what is wrong, by
Keeping us all in their fear,
To believe and pass on, that a law that's not right
Can't be wrong.
To die in the right is the light in the dark men deserve.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018
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