Requiem For Justice Act 1 Poem by James McLain

Give unto me
thy manner of speech
you do so speak
it doth make me think
of things long past
brought unto me
that in some form or occasion
yet here and there still waiting
effecting that which all would be
all of my tomorrows.
A quandary./I have been placed
multiple theft forgivable
deeds if but by myself
deadly such sins were not
in that thy manner
that you doth think
yet so it was she said of me
still they do so cast upon me
Treated UnJustly
most unkind could you feel
in front of the Judge
no answers I find
for to give some thought to the questions
I ask.... asking of..
truth in the end must prevail
upon that which all so knew
that stood on still waters.
While tears flow unending
cuts of tomorrow
forever in which never ceasing
here ever they must travel
still searing my cheeks.
Can you not hear my cries
Oh thou who most professed
to be so blessed
with his discernment
passion
mercy
grace
The wise
please heed the word
and don't contrive each
Truth when rendered
unto thee.
For you are the Teacher
made clear....not us.
As ever it was thus it should be
Hold back this thy Gavel
insight unto me, please give
that which I need to know for a fact
simply that!
For the path least
traveled
is it not the one
we are on
or so it doth
seem to
me does it not.