Justice Poems - Poems For Justice

October, 1918 Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead on every shore. Heavy the load we undergo, And our own hands prepare, If we have parley with the foe, The load our sons must bear.</i> Before we loose the word That bids new worlds to birth, Needs must we loosen first the sword Of Justice upon earth; Or else all else is vain Since life on earth began, And the spent world sinks back again Hopeless of God and Man. A People and their King Through ancient sin grown strong, Because they feared no reckoning Would set no bound to wrong; But now their hour is past, And we who bore it find Evil Incarnate hell at last To answer to mankind. For agony and spoil Of nations beat to dust, For poisoned air and tortured soil And cold, commanded lust, And every secret woe The shuddering waters saw. Willed and fulfilled by high and low. Let them relearn the Low. That when the dooms are read, Not high nor low shall say:- ' My haughty or my humble head Was saved me in this day.' That, till the end of time, Their remnant shall recall Their fathers old, confederate crime Availed them not at all. That neither schools nor priests, Nor Kings may build again A people with the heart of beasts Made wise concerning men. Whereby our dead shall sleep In honour, unbetrayed, And we in faith and honour keep That peace for which they paid.

Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud? Sour to the fruitful seed Is the cold earth under this cloud, Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot conquer; We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them. Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room. Not in our day Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before, Beneficent upon us Out of the glittering bay, And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea Moving the blades of corn With a peaceful sound. Forlorn, forlorn, Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow. And the petals drop to the ground, Leaving the tree unfruited. The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted— We shall not feel it again. We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain. What from the splendid dead We have inherited — Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued — See now the slug and the mildew plunder. Evil does overwhelm The larkspur and the corn; We have seen them go under. Let us sit here, sit still, Here in the sitting-room until we die; At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go; Leaving to our children's children the beautiful doorway, And this elm, And a blighted earth to till With a broken hoe.

THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told Of my darling unborn life; "Shame, shame," ye cry, "on the strumpet bold!" Yet I'm an honest wife. To whom I'm wedded, ye ne'er shall be told, Yet he's both loving and fair; He wears on his neck a chain of gold, And a hat of straw doth he wear. If scorn 'tis vain to seek to repel, On me let the scorn be thrown. I know him well, and he knows me well, And to God, too, all is known. Sir Parson and Sir Bailiff, again, I pray you, leave me in peace! My child it is, my child 'twill remain, So let your questionings cease!

Can justice be delayed under any circumstances? Numerous cases can be sighted for instances Can that not be amounted as justice denied? Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid Constitution enshrined for liberty and freedom Forefathers too considered and thought it as wisdom Sacrifice made for freedom struggle should not go as waste To live with true freedom was need of an hour and taste Still many loop holes remain to be plugged System is facing criticism and it is wholly bugged Justice is sold as revealed with emergence of new facts it is cleverly wrapped in words with simple tact Under official ret act, nothing can be made public or revealed Under the oath of secrecy it is cleverly concealed Normal man can’t dream for getting immediate relief Loosing faith and trust as mark of disbelief Innocents are sometimes hung for nothing Trial summary drags on for years to prove something History teeters and goons rule the scene it has been made laughing stock which is never witnessed or seen Conscience like things has remained on paper Evidences or approver turn hostile and proof is tempered Solitary examples shine and keep the system alive Does the system require honest trial for self and to be revived? Politicians have corrupted and citizens too have favored Easy ill gotten money plays part with fragrance and flavor who would not want to become rich and famous? Leading lavish life with style and look so glamorous Death sentence can’t be implemented for simple reason Wrong move for computation of term for person tried under treason Still some of us praise the system and sing for liberty How can it grow amidst the illiteracy and poverty? Nothing can l change under the light and sun we will tear it apart by making mockery and fun Streets will have deserted look under the shadow of gun People may seek refuge under constant fear and run Such may be the scene in coming days You will be caught in cross fire in strange ways You will have no high hope in bright rays It may be altogether different if we don’t pay (attention) No one should be deprived of his/her legitimate dues System should not be meant for only few Why is it so that only influential get scoot free Why other have to sit recite the hymns under the tree? Let holy principles of justice be upheld Let innocents be not prosecuted and held It may or can have legitimate delay This may send the message across and relay