Injustice Poem by Jean Mallette

What fine ideals we raise our flags to,
What grandiose principles we boast and brag through,
And yet injustice still prevails;
What works for some, for others fails.
And with picket signs, we rally and march;
In winter we freeze; in summer we parch.
Yet with endless fervor, 'Justice! , ' we cry,
'Justice for all; live or die! '
Life's not fair and government's biased;
Always for the rich, mighty, and pious.
But brother, though your affliction be great,
Think for a moment, listen and wait.
Who was more innocent, perfect, and right
Than Jesus of Nazareth, the Truth and the Light?
Whose blood was more precious than His which was shed;
For the sake of our sins He went in our stead?
Who deserved more a crown but was given a cross
So not even the least would suffer the loss?
If Justice on earth was meant to prevail,
Then why the Lord Jesus, did men have to fail?
'Liberty, ' the cause that fills hearts with wrath-
Many have marched in its well trodden path,
But who realizes the true meaning thereof
Until he is loosened by Jesus's Love?