The Tempest.

No justice, no peace The gangrene of ''laissez faire': 'Let all crime and illegality Do as it please, ' Is deftly, cruelly upon us! But just does not work Even when called, 'Democratic' Any negative 'garbage' Would still smell, the same The stench of doing, Nothing! Does ascertain that There is no Law and Order And that Justice is just A word, used in some Distant past But that today is forgotten In the blind tentative To try and drown All decency and goodness, Hiding behind very dark And terrifying clouds That announce a Tempest Like never before, ever had.