Injustice (What Is Justice) Poem by Malaya Roses

What is justice for the hungry children?
Silky skin from the upper class
Lineage over the throne, claim the order.
But the poor still at the border.
Seek the green grass and white water.
Bless or not
Poverty never run away
But fair opportunity is getting smaller
As their skulls are dry.
Poverty slips smooth under the velvet robe.
Leader and reader could not say the same words
Upon the truth, they know about injustice.