Justice sits back, watching every beat pound itself
into a ring of truth.
Belief and honesty are being filled continually with
the greatest ideas left us by our forefathers.
Morals and ethics to live our lives by, standing
always in the corridors of yesterday.
Wonderful aspirations hoping to be followed by every
one, yet justice is disappointed every time as people
choose the path of least resistance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem