When one thinks of justice…: A poem 

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 heContinue reading “When one thinks of justice…: A poem “