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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What is justice to those who are not apart of society? I say this with a clear mind with no need for a test of sobriety A society works by each have a need An agreement is formed by each willing to feed In their own way to make us whole For our survival is our main goal What happens when society no longer needs someone? When they are looked upon and not regarded as a daughter or son? Then what is justice to the homeless? No property, forever known as the throne-less Scrapping over scraps, neglected to be fed Left on the side of the road for dead What is justice to them, when no one will speak When even the best handout will last only a week? What happens when one no longer needs society? When one amasses such a wealth, that they no longer live piously? When ones authority is defined by ones superiority Towards a society that becomes the beggar for ones generosity Deplorable acts have no weight, no more than choosing food on a plate Because society demonstrates it cares more about its fate What is justice to them? Who can bend a nation at a whim? When death cost pocket change even when its on film? Now what happens when one no longer needs or is needed A clean divorce with no kids to be mistreated Off into the wilderness to find for ones self When once riches ultimately come from ones health There is no police to call, no one to judge No one around to even hold a grudge What is justice to him?, the savage in the land of plenty Who watches us in our system shackled to a penny
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