Justice Is To Why When Then It Sleeps

I am not for now or even then for sale. Why when then do they thus force me. I am lost in thinking what is what. Do some think I do not without speaking know. What justice really never waking is. To those whom rest in sleep in knowing I do not of them know. I rest to rest my mind in though to see. Sleeping thoughts, that if there spoken leads to more of this but why. Can they tell me, when and where to sleep? Must they be unlike the jews they did so cruel. Scarlet letters labor hard a label is to what? To some is not to think. I won't in time they rest in slumber do not wake. To be afraid and make some suffer is to never know the reason why I sleep but never rest.