When one thinks of justice,
it may seem rarer than the winter solstice
A looted pearl from God’s oyster
The guilt of man didn’t answer
He who roamed stolen lands
with the mark on his forehead outstands
And his flesh is water not sand
The liquid shame in his glands
And God saw that he parted light
from dark; but light was the night
The bringer had lost sight
His ego was his plight
What justice can be begotten by treachery?
That man deemed he alone must walk free
And good was caused to flee
by the devil’s and deep sea’s decree
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Brilliant piece
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