Justice Poem by Paul Wilson

I do not wear that unfashionable flower
Whoever bore me left it, singing the hour
Only I tore the hills apart
With my fashionable dart.

I have grown fat here therefore
Do not ask me what I am here for,
What I am not; I will kill tomorrow
With my refashionable arrow!

Because I am great - but was there not more?
do not ask me what. I was here for
This, the hiss
That booed the cheer
That jeered the criminal
That killed the man.