Needful of Justice
You see, I want justice.
Maybe I want it for all.
The darkness of each injustice falls
heavily on my shoulders.
So many are wronged who don’t seem to care,
casual, easy, they move in the world
as though unharmed:
Their substance is altered by the intravenous needle of
injustice.
But I take pleasure in the faces
of those who thirst for fairness.
You cherish those
who teach you survival!
I am not dead yet, it is not too late
to open my depths
and drink the medicine of hope
that deposits itself quietly there.
Copyright © Kaveh Afrasiabi | Year Posted 2023
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