Abdelrahman Elawad

(19/7/2013)

Justice


The justice is from the most important things in our life.
It doesn't need to have any weapons.
Gun, pistol or knife.
Doesn't need eating meat, chicken or even sour like lemons.


Injustice is like a sun shining in the world.
Being a justice person won't make you feel bad.
You will be as a bird.
Not being mad.


Post the justice.
Don't be afraid.
Posting the justice isn't injustice.
It will be done made.


Go and do it.
You will be the best.
Takes a little bit
of time, doesn't need also quest.


An advice,
Be juster.
Won't pay any price.
Justice isn't a performance and doesn't need performers.

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013

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