Justice

A poem on a contradictory and often ironic concept.

It is the hammer and the nail.

It is purple.

It is red.

It is every color of the spectrum.

 

Make no mistake:

It is right.

It is larger than you.

Do not question it.

 

Look at the courts!

It is accessible, magnanimous.

Everyone is there,

Waiting for it.

 

It is a silver bullet

In a black back.

It is an ocean

Of silent blue brotherhood.

 

It is everything

To some,

And nothing

To others.

Author's Note

This is a first draft. I am continuing to build this piece, so any suggestions would be welcome.

Reviews

[BIG P]

Justice, to me, without indisputable facts is just another forfeiture scam. Justice rocks, though. Great rant. You make sense, kind of.

[Chris Shaw]

Great first draft. The lines" it is a silver bullet in a black back", pierced my heart. Made me shudder. Had a huge impact on me. Superb. Keep working on it, I look forward to see the revised version.

[C. James Snyder]

Thank you for sharing your feelings and reflection! I feel this is my most powerful line. I need to build up the other stanzas somewhat to this reach this pinnacle.

[sette]

i am not sure if you are referring to a gavel here and how it symbolizes justice

[C. James Snyder]

Definitely in the first line. And how the gavel can also be the hammer and the nail in something like a coffin; the gavel as life and death.

[sette]

now that i understand