justice

Justice [Fiverse: Poem of Five Lines]

I


Know hereby


Justice will prevail


Injustice will be thrown

 

Like a cyclone full blown

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Temperance

The streets are clean 

But only by the street sweeper

Our hearts are open 

But only for the surgeon 

Our minds are sponges 

But only for social media 

Our passions are set for justice 

But only for the social warriors 

9 rules of temperament 

Goodness 

Kindness 

Gentleness 

Patience 

Self -control 

Faithfulness

Peace 

Love 

Joy

 

10 perfect laws tempered with mercy 

Is all we need 

To create a world really worth living in. 

 

I wish you could see it with me instead of against me.

We are the same but our eyes see differenly.

I love you.

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Cold

I wonder how it feels in the hand,

Cold metal,

Indifference,

The gatekeeper of my early departure,

I spin the cylinder over and over,

Relaxing,

Is almost the right word,

The small metal circle makes the tiniest,

Of imprints,

Upon my forehead,

The trigger is immovable,

Like a boulder,

My hands prespire,

My finger trembles against the weight,

 

All of the things I could have done,

If I had known more about the world that awaited me,

If I could have called my younger self,

and tell him how naive we were,

How I let us down,

 

Which is worse,

To live with a sense of injustice,

Or to realize that your misfortune,

Is justice after all.

The world does not need our approval,

To tell us who we really are.

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Blowing up women and children

Blowing up women and children

By jfarrell

 

If you wanna blow up women and children -

   - in fact, hurt children in any way -

If you wanna drive a car into a crowd of pedestrians;

You would be kept alive and awake with drugs

As we cut the skin from your screaming body;

Alas, no pain relief

You would be kept alive,

Screaming, dripping

Literally a bloody sight

I don’t know if it’s possible for skin to grow back,

After being so completely removed,

But, if it does, great

We get to skin you again and again and again

And stream it on live tv;

Terrorists? You with the bomb

You’re no different than my dad,

He could only hit the wife and kids, such a big man;

I should fear you?

Come, sit with me, talk,

See the visions my god shows me

Then you will know terror

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hurt kids, you answer to me

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Nothing, Like You

Nothing, Like You

By JFarrell

 

I am not the messiah

I am not a celebrity

Not wealthy, not important; I am

Nothing, like you

 

I am not particularly intelligent

Nor talented, special or anything other than average

I am a nobody; I am

Nothing, like you

 

I am a faceless, voiceless, meaningless statistic

A number on a piece of paper

It is cost effective to give me

Nothing, like you

 

Nothing; empty; space; absent; irrelevant;

Nothing; zero; zilch; sweet F. A.

I am absolutely

Nothing, just like You.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just because i dream i exist, do i have to choose to believe i do? :-)

Criteria Of The Fallen (an affected poem)











Criteria Of The Fallen

 

 

 


 

We are judged, not by how softly or

well meaning we have dealt with

each other's foibles alone

 

 

But we are immeasurably judged anyhow by -

the companies we join, families that we have,

friends with which we tag/go along

 

 

Almost assuredly our minds are

measured too, by some type of

psychometrics


 

But I would never understand

the mind of corruption,

the ways of crime, perhaps

 

 

People fighting off their men.

In the future, chopping off their heads—

if the right conditions shall be given

 

 

Over pedophilia, war profiteering,

orgiastic incontinence;

as if gluttonous craving.

 

 

—Only God will judge;


—in heaven.












Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Criteria Of The Fallen", an admittedly affected poem, was written on 04/19/2017 at around 02:29 A.M.  Compared to the raw/original version in my Twitter platform, this one is an edited version (w/ just the form/stanzas having been tweaked a little bit). Thank you for looking!



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Entropy

Entropy

By JFarrell

 

The rich get richer

While the poor starve;

Politicians and columnists

Blame immigrants and benefit ‘scroungers’;

Councillors pocket fat brown envelopes

While they sell off the country at bargain prices;

Our leaders condemn the war in the Middle East

While selling guns and missiles to both sides.

 

I used to wake up and get drunk

Get stoned, blind myself to what was going around me;

I was part of the disorder, the chaos

I was happy to waste away, become part of the ever-growing detritus;

Now, I am awake, I see and I am very very angry.

This is not how the system should be;

Especially here, in the West.

We have a responsibility, a duty

To make an ordered system that works

For everyone;

Not just the privileged.

 

I am responsible,

We are responsible;

As insignificant as I am

I have to get involved;

Even if it’s just handing out sandwiches to the homeless,

I cannot sit back any longer;

I must act, I must do something to change the system,

To bring proper order to this system;

I must act

To stop the entropy.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

we can do something

A Change is a Coming

A Change is a Coming

 

(inspired by a Bob Dylan masterpiece)

 

Can you feel it in the air?

A subtle change in temperature;

A noticeable change in the wind;

An electrical charge in the atmosphere;

Change is a coming.

 

North Korean nuclear tension;

An Arab spring, turned to ISIS slaughter;

Right wing groups, vocal, and on the rise;

Young people stabbing each other to death;

A change is a coming.

 

The West feasts until it vomits, to feast again,

While the rest of the world starves;

The West closes its borders,

Abandoning the world;

Change is coming.

 

Change is coming;

But, is it the change we need?

It’s not a change I like the look of;

The world does need a change,

But a change for the better,

For all.

 

Change is a coming.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

change

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BETRAYED

 

As a young boy I always wanted to be a soldier
Counted the seconds as I got older
Then came the day and I joined the ranks
Not for me working in shops or banks
Then they sent us of to War
My Mother cried as I closed the front door
I shot a Taliban who killed a soldier
Now I rot in prison accused of murder.

© Tony McNally

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