The Injustice Of The Justice Department

Justice holds a penlight
The truth is underneath the moonlight
There is no sophisticated gadgets
To undress the mind of man
Personal objectives mixed with lack of ethical measurements
Subjected to public weighing scales
There is a blind man or rather woman
Making judgements under the banner of justice
It's a terrible mistake to expect justice to be dispensed
When the laws are formulated against the poor
The policemen are immune from the law
They are the law
The justice department is immersed in technicalities
Life is not black and white
What about the intention?
"A police man has no bad intentions, " said the judge
It is never too late to seek redress
The court of appeal is open
To offer new prescriptions
For your disappointments
Politics is involved
It's a fool proof system that is designed to be dismantled by the wise
The people need to rise above their everyday basic needs
And open the vault of consciousness
It's our collective consciousness that need to be re-drafted
A change can only happen
If we address our deficient collective consciousness
Justice will only be served if we are united
There is no new broom to sweep clean our justice department
The reality is that we cannot prescribe poverty
And expect the streets to be clean
People are hungry for justice
"Survival of the fittest" is planted in the courtroom
The rich and politically connected are getting away with murder
Unless we dismantle our thoughts
And eradicate the cancerous malignancy
That dominates our mood
We will fail to bring justice to the table
It's only fair
To prepare for the injustice
Than to expect justice

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Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,law,life
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