Peril Justice Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Peril-Justice








When the sea shall voice like a trumpet,
And declare unto heads their rebellion,
And you have hidden the cats under vent,
Lo, hot stones of ravines are your portion.



Behind your gates, doors and windows
You have displayed your heathen symbols,
Weary and mockery are your perfumes,
Cry not loud for in hell shall you boom.



Wind shall descend, wind shall devour,
All your collections of idols you bow...
And you shall burn with lust amid the oaks,
As you moan mournfully like choked doves.



Like the blind we grope along many walls,
Feeling our way like men without eyes,
We look for justice, but find none at all;
For peacefulness, but far away it hides.







©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
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