The Mystery of Injustice


The gavel’s thrown outside the court:

To justice there is no resort;

For laws are bent to serve the strong,

What sure is right can be made wrong.

The tears of the offended plead,

Their twisted faces you can read:

The pain and anger, grief and hurt –

O let not God their cause desert!

But wealth can move its friends on high

And easily let even justice die,

While the oppressed to heaven cry,

“Are you, God, deaf; if not, then, why?”

November 28, 1988

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