Stone faces lying upon vagrant animosity, believing in
unrelentable justice and not supreme beings.
Falling aside without intent, traipsing off-beat paths,
awaiting truths that will never be told.
Injustice and deceit scattered throughout authority's
mind, searching for ways and means of lining their
pockets.
This is the existence and reason for justice courts in
East Mesa and Phoenix, I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem