Unjust Poem by Magod Scroef

In a world of judgments and deceit,
Lies a tale of injustice hard to defeat.
Oh, the bitter taste of a life unkind,
Where fairness and truth are left behind.

In courtrooms of bias, with gavels pounding,
Innocence silenced, truth confounding.
The scales of justice, unbalanced and skewed,
Leaving the oppressed feeling subdued.

From the streets of the oppressed, cries arise,
For equality, where justice never dies.
Yet, the powerful continue to oppress,
Denying the voice of the weak, no redress.

In the corridors of power, they conspire,
Burying the truth, fanning the fire.
Their greed and corruption set a cruel stage,
Affecting lives, fueling rage.

But still, hope lingers even in the haze,
For righteousness to dawn, lighting the ways.
The warriors of justice, they march on,
Voices united, till the battle is won.

Through protests and movements, they strive,
To break the chains of injustice, revive,
For every soul that's been silenced so long,
Their stories told, their pain made strong.

For in unity, lies the power to change,
To amend the wrongs, rearrange.
With compassion and empathy by our side,
Injustice's fortress, we shall not abide.

So, let us raise our voices strong and clear,
Demanding justice, without fear.
For in this battle, we shall find,
A world where unjust is left behind.