believed in truth as a means to justice but i was wrong believed that truth would reveal itself with time but once again i was wrong believed that truth could never die but with a deep sigh i must admit i was wrong
if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books
with stones of doubt stuffed into a backpack the journey begins emotions on uneven footing at first there’s a willingness to step over shattered expectations then comes compromising on the path to be taken traveling in darkness instead of the light small clearings from chaos give a false sense of hope but soon brambles of hate and injustice narrow the aimless course days become nights nights become sadness sadness becomes an eternity
non random acts of violence are framed by the government as the exception to policy such unconstitutional behavior would of course not be tolerated by the senate but in this instance for national security reasons all semblance of humanity and logic had to be eliminated and although national security is currently at flood stage or perhaps beyond that level national security excuses continue to flow oh by the way waders are currently on sale at gear chase
Modified Justice Statue Iran: From Wikimedia Commons
empty pages embossed with invisible ink pages that blisters when hate’s heat of reality is applied and another mother’s son lies bleeding along a city street warm blood fuels the fires so the words no justice appears upon the page
once dreamers stood tall and waded through the troubled waters of hate and despair now they crawl through cold waters trying to avoid the justified murders of hopes
words overheard it was her choice now she lies blooded and he across the border she should’ve left him but what about their children it was her choice a chorus of indifference repeated as if guilt will be lifted if said often enough the officer waits for the coroner it is his choice