John Paul Wilson


Justice - Poem by John Paul Wilson

I cannot wear that unfashionable flower
But 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.

Topic(s) of this poem: justice


Comments about Justice by John Paul Wilson

  • Chinedu Dike (4/30/2015 7:25:00 AM)


    Nicely penned piece with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 6, 2016


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