A Slice Of Justice Poem by Adams King

I repent from the judgement I have placed
Upon those whose reasons I knew not
Judas have been in this part of my world
Now I know why Christ was betrayed

In this part of my world men will sell Christ
If Barabbas will strike a profitable bargain
Justice is but a marketable commodity
In a world where the rich rules the poor

Last week my son was been killed
For a crime he knew nothing about
He died for the sins of another prisoner
Who was rich to buy life from men

The police men all had conscience
They all had their sons or brothers
My son must have begged for mercy
Not knowing mercy is to be bought

Yesterday the custom officer shot a man
A traveler coming from a far distance
Who failed to understand their language
The tongues of bribery and corruption

The custom officers all had conscience
a conscience deaf and dead to justice
That day they made a widow childless
That day they turned a wife into a widow

Men have turn men into monsters
In a world where all is been traded
No one is above the law except those
Who could afford a slice of justice