Let me wake to justice: A poem 

I have anger on the tip of my tongue 

But I swallow it back into my lungs 

I grit my teeth, clench my fists 

When I’m alone, I slap my wrists 

There are guarantees for shouse solutions 

Silence is awkward, is patience ammunition? 

For now, the door to destiny falls, it is wooden 

When they pick it up, it is heavy and leaden 

The devil basks in tyranny; where lies the blame? 

Justice is in a dusty corner, in overwhelming shame 

The arsonists of truth crowd pinnacles of power 

Thunder and lightning have struck the righteous tower 

Don’t tell me there are only angels at the gate 

Don’t tell me rape and rapine are uncommon in fate 

Man had too long a line, good had to wait 

Let me sleep till I wake when justice is my date