Justice

Justice

A Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562

Guilty even if proven innocent.
Permanently under the watchful eye for the crime you 
have committed / are committing / will commit
(please delete as applicable)
A world gripped by fear
ready to amputate its head, to prevent a bruise from forming
and rules ... 
Rules are meant to be followed,
not questioned.
Nor the implements enforcing them.
See, it's the rules.
Ah, but are the system designers qualified?
We'll let the machines think for us!
locking the lock, and throwing the key through the bars.

© 2025 Sad Unc Days 3562


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Added on December 29, 2025
Last Updated on December 29, 2025

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Sad Unc Days 3562
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