poems about justice

Impartial

He’s unable to be impartial,
Too many things churning inside,
Slabs of unresolved mayhem,
Monsters screaming at him
About how worthless he is,
Misshapen ego craving
Absolute power and control.
Having internalized the messages,
He fulfills the prophecy by
Relentlessly punishing others,
Oozing misdirected self-satisfaction,
Unable to be anything
But what he was told he is,
Perpetrator of injustice.

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Sharing Stories

Instead of viewing
Each other with
Hatred and suspicion,
They consciously decide
To sit down and
Share their stories,
Each side learning about the other,
Walls coming down
Through mutual understanding,
Shared humanity,
Empathy superseding blame,
Treating fellow human beings
With kindness and love,
Healing the hurt.

When Will Things Change?

It’s been hard
These last few years,
Not much to celebrate.

She walks down the
Icy street, careful
Not to slip.

The frigid wind
Penetrates her coat,
Increasing her discomfort.

When will things change?
She wonders,
The same struggle day after day.

Approaching a homeless person,
She offers a five-dollar bill
And a smile.

An Easy Way to Destroy Democracy

An easy way
To destroy democracy:
Pretend that all
Points of view are
Equivalent,
No matter how false,
Misguided, or hurtful.
Make sure all the
Voices that want to
Build a kinder world
For everyone are
Lumped in with the ones
Seduced by fear,
Cruelty, and lust for power.
Make believe
All ideas have equal merit,
Until facts don’t matter
And we lose our sense of
The greater good.

State

Through a torrent of
Unreasonable, petty
Decisions, he relegates
Himself, his enemies,
The world, to a
Perpetual state of war.

The void he feels inside
Fuels his need to
Conquer others, appear
Bigger than he is,
Compensate for his
Stifling ordinariness.

Righteousness

Publicly utter a
Discriminatory
Epithet.

Play the bewildered
Victim when people of
Conscience notice.

Benefit from kindred spirits
Starting a funding campaign
To support your bigotry.

Keep moving forward
With great vigor
And disregard.

Never learn
Anything from your
Reprehensible actions.

Call yourself
A defender of
Righteousness.

Builders of Empire

Beautiful refined people
Redolent with art and culture,
Masters of finance,
Builders of empire.

Landing on distant shores,
Marching rows of
Shackled souls into
Loathsome holds.

Obscene wealth
Accumulated on the
Scarred backs of
The unfortunate.

Her Time

She spends
Most of her time
Cleaning the house
And preparing food
For everyone else.

Once in a while
She’s permitted to
Go do the shopping
At the market and come
Straight back home.

Her brothers go off
To school each day,
She watches them
Longingly from
The window.

Sometime before she
Turns eighteen,
She will
Be promised to
A stranger.

Self-Defense

A familiar scene
Repeated with startling
Regularity.

One person,
Riddled with fear,
Discriminates against another.

The next step is to
Cry foul and insist the
Victim is the perpetrator.

Building a house of
Maudlin self-pity,
Pretending they’re persecuted.

Maiming others
With impunity by
Claiming self-defense.