Poetic justice

The only justice in this world

Is in the realm of poetry, my friend.

You have the law to tide you by

Until the judgment in the end.

If this does not satisfy you

(And I confess, neither does it I),

Know the world strives for order

On its own does it chaos defy

But in literature as in art

There's disorder nonetheless;

Order cannot exist without it.

Balance is the cure for this duress

This world has never been without hope

And her deadly consort despair.

I only hope I've done my part

In doing justice to the dichotomy that's there.

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