Justice Served Poem by Paul Warren

When is justice done you say
As arguments considered don't go away
Is it a lawyer's picnic that we see
Or is it something that was meant to be

So we are left to ponder now
What do we believe within our know how
Does it become a race for the best experts
With no thought of who is left to hurt

Do we say never mind they were sick
As the courts rule what is left of it
And what of our opinions you may say
When the hurt is left and justice seems washed away.

© Paul Warren Poetry