Justice

Justice - - - - - - - - - - Once I had been To a police station Not alone But with my friend Polite, sober, and soft-spoken Yet silent like a cold stone Over my future action With a complaint In black and white written Handed over to the charge-in First a curious look Toward face zone Then a tough glance on The paper that was flown Off the table By the soft breeze coming Through window from the lawn And lying on the floor Like a trash of little attention Picked up sleepily And asked to come later on It was a grievance genuine Against a sensible person Though having might is right As the only principle That he followed on Less and less he listens More and more he screams As if to silence you unto heaven And to respect and abide law Is beyond his horoscope's horizon A week or so passed on Then came a phone call Soft and sweet music playing on Received and said hello 'Are you the man then? That came with a fellow man In your hand with a complaint' Yes sir, but we are sorry We can't take any action Against such a mighty man Blessed with so much virtues Like money, muscles, and power Better take not to dissension And your anguished letter Be taken back with submission But this is injustice, sir Then show me where resides justice And tell me what entails justice When nothing here works Except that money cares Muscles dare And power scares………