Justice, that once moved in months, rare in years,
Took a short slumber if not sleep in snores,
Now goes for grey decades if not full scores
To gather enough steam to get in gears,
And when delivered in endless long text,
It looks as if for generation next!
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Reflections | 05.06.08 |
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Text, next! Justice and Rights to the People! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks dear poet, in long winding text and for generation next, justice is no justice.
Yes, justice is no justice, so late when comes the breeze. Thank you dear poet.