Yes, it is sad
And shouldn't happen to you
But you know what's bad
It's what people do
It just seems like wind
Random and undirected
Who has the power to send
That wind where least suspected?
Imagine justice as a sail
The people blow into its steering
Have it at one time scale
Into a height of overbearing
It's natural the scale will tip
And wind go where it's least likely
It's natural for sins to skip
Slightly and affect the mighty
An accumulation of wrongdoing
Build slowly layer by layer
Because of those who are wooing
Power over justice's prayer
Silence is a preliminary
That's why it's ahead of the storm
It allows everyone sanctuary
To quiet that which is off the norm
But when prayers are unanswered
It gathers up in a higher sky
Day in day out posts a banner
Till down it comes to level the lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem