Justice - Poem by J.B. LeBuert
What does justice really mean to you?
Does it mean that wealth should be controlled by the few?
Is justice just for those with money?
If justice is dead, then that's not funny.
Actually, what does justice really mean?
Are lawyers the best to judge this sad scene?
Letting the guilty go free, is becoming a fad;
And so-called justice is beginning to smell bad.
Nowadays rapists and murderers go free.
All you need is a good lawyer and plenty of money.
Should our judges really be elected?
There must be a better way that they're selected.
Is justice blind when you get to court?
It seems today it's more of a sport.
Our justice system is probably the best?
But I don't want it to be put to the test.
We can buy experts to say what we want.
They'll say anything and be nonchalant.
Who knows what the truth really is anymore?
Many trials today, I have to deplore.
What's justice for one may be injustice for all.
If you pass laws for the short, what about the tall?
Is an eye for an eye the right thing to do?
Should we help the Arabs, or help the Jew?
I'm not sure anymore if justice is achievable?
Especially when so few people are believable.
I don' like what many Supreme Court "Justices" think.
Their politically biased views, often do stink.
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