Best Justice Poems

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
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Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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By what sends
the white kids
I ain't sent:
I know I can't
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That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise:
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The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We despairing, they careering.
We want more peace they want more police.
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment."

And he answered saying:
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Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.
Like delivery of Divine Revelations 
which favours calmness of wilderness;  
It's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude:
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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This midnight bids farewell to parting year
Who then, on chariot Time, his seat vacates.
The New Year succeeds him as Charioteer:
To drive us on, he's waiting at our gates.
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~ If There Be No God

If there be no God,
Then all the stars, that in their place
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Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
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And a merchant said, 'Speak to us of Buying and Selling.'

And he answered and said:
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Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...
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Can justice be delayed under any circumstances?
Numerous cases can be sighted for instances
Can that not be amounted as justice denied?
Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid
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Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
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(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)

Powerful words,
Truthful words,
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Kind face contorted by torture of severe whipping;
His body a mass of torn bleeding tissue.
Cruelty stretched beyond limits of endurance;
scourging was halted on the brink of death.
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You have a razor-sharp mind
And a barb wit
You speak eloquently
It matches
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Why do we submit to nature's sway?
Consider it casual and attention not pay,
The Sum always rise with powerful ray,
Heat waves may burn skin mid-day,
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' i am ' sky
my colors are my moods
' i am' light blue when i'm at peace
' i am ' dark blue when i'm troubled
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A demon garbed as human
raped a lame and naive woman!
The earth didn't crack! !
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If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
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'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a hundred lives to know oneself; but you must know God by the deity, not by yourself, for God opens the way, not human wisdom. 'Attar believed that God is beyond all human knowledge. The soul will manifest itself when the body is laid aside. One cannot gain spiritual knowledge without dying to all things. When the birds assemble, they wonder why they have no king. The Hoopoe presents herself as a messenger from the invisible world with knowledge of God and the secrets of creation. She recommends Simurgh as their true king, saying that one of his feathers fell on China.

The Nightingale says that the love of the Rose satisfies him, and the journey is beyond his strength; but the Hoopoe warns against being a slave of passing love that interferes with seeking self-perfection. The Parrot longs for immortality, and the Hoopoe encourages the Peacock to choose the whole. The Duck is too content with water to seek the Simurgh. The Hoopoe advises the Partridge that gems are just colored stones and that love of them hardens the heart; she should seek the real jewel of sound quality. The Humay is distracted by ambition, and the Owl loves only the treasure he has found. The Hoopoe reprimands the Sparrow for taking pride in humility and recommends struggling bravely with oneself. She states that the different birds are just shadows of the Simurgh. If they succeed, they will not be God; but they will be immersed in God. If they look in their hearts, they will see the divine image. All appearances are just the shadow of the Simurgh. Those loving truly do not think about their own lives and sacrifice their desires. Those grounded in love renounce faith and religion as well as unbelief. One must hear with the ear of the mind and the heart.
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One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked
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GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
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Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music;
'With malice toward none, with charity for all.'
Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions,
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In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
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Peace without Justice is a low estate,-
A coward cringing to an iron Fate!
But Peace through Justice is the great ideal,-
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Not with a flash that rends the blue
Shall fall the avenging sword.
Gently as the evening dew
Descends the mighty Lord.
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A few grains of dust more or less
On ancient shoulders
Locks of weakness on weary foreheads
This theatre of honey and faded roses
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597

It always felt to me—a wrong
To that Old Moses—done—
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After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
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Call to me to the one among your moments
that stands against you, ineluctably:
intimate as a dog's imploring glance
but, again, forever, turned away
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Although the aepyornis
or roc that lived in Madagascar, and
the moa are extinct,
the camel-sparrow, linked
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Ramayana the epic poem of India
The story of a noble kingdom
The story of noble couple
The story of truth, sacrifice
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A true and faithful friend
Cages your secrets in the
Four corners of his heart
And allows them to fly
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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has ta'en some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.
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(After Valery)


This hushed surface where the doves parade
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Man moves with the wind assisting his respiration
hope moves man in finding his way and direction;
love keeps forgetting its existence and action
truth keeps circling the heart for its perception;
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Lady Justice weighs not with the eyes,
But with pieces of evidence that are strong and bold.
Therefore, Lady Justice was depicted
Wearing a blindfold.
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Hatred and vengence—my eternal portion
Scarce can endure delay of execution—
Wait with impatient readiness to seize my
Soul in a moment.
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All I see is distance,
With no spaces inbetween,
A rock without a resting place,
A deadly fall without the scream.
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Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God
and loved one another.
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Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution,
Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my
Soul in a moment.
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He said, 'Who is at my door?'
I said, 'Your humble servant.'
He said, 'What business do you have?'
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The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene
Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean
Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord
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Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
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It's okay if the world goes with Venetian;
Who cares what Italians don't see?--
Or with Man's Bluff (a temporary problem
Healed by shrieks and cheating)--or with date:
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Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they're taking him to prison for the color of his hair.
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The profoundest of all sensualities
is the sense of truth
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Pre Text: ~ Goddess Durga symbolizes the power of the Supreme Being that maintains moral order and justice in the universe. Durga stands for the unified symbol of all divine forces: ~ Strength, Morality, Protector &c.
In India women are given highest honor as embodiment of motherhood. Many Indian women instead of surname like to use Devi. Devi literally stands for goddess. [For info on Goddess Sri Sri Durga please Google]

Humble submission: ~ This poem is not word by word translation of hymns [Slokas] on Goddess Durga. I sincerely admit my incapability. Here I’ve blended with poetic elements. I’ve given transliteration of Sanskrit Slokas [hymns] in the beginning for interested readers. Hope you’ll find glimpse of Indian view to Motherhood. ~ niv
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My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:—
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I am Draupadi,

The human incarnation
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ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex!
Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell,
Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex,
Nor grant deliverance from enchanted spell,
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The pain
of an unjust world
The deep rooted evil
of some of mankind
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As we beg for forgiveness
The world is on it's knees
begging for justice
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Eager to please
Eager to swallow
Hook, line and sinker
Such are but indigo sightings
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In years of cruelty past
there came a new dawn
the bright light burned
melting frozen hearts.
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Is it Democracy

Is it democracy
When a ballot is sold for
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I hear of the things
That their son did
He should have been hanged
but he is free
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May there be a dawn after every night,
May there be peace instead of a fight.
May there be joy instead of sorrow,
May there be a friend instead of a foe.
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She told the story, and the whole world wept
At wrongs and cruelties it had not known
But for this fearless woman's voice alone.
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A thousand years of darkness in her face,
She turns at last from out the centurys' blight
Of labored moan and dull oppression's might,
To slowly mount the rugged path and trace
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On their deaths lies 46 dreadful tales
From their blood emerged boiling ire of revenge
Eyes on fire, multiple grinding teeth of tigers
Hearts ripped apart from their lost of kin
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This poem is dedicated to Omer Adegair - shedding tears of (happiness and sadness) . This poem is dedicated to the young Sudanese generation who made the change with bare hands in their peaceful uprising of December 2018*

Let's begin the march
The one thousand miles today
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'Twas Love—not me—
Oh punish—pray—
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The father looks up to the sky or ceiling
(beyond the grey scale of the photograph)
with his son wrapped inside his cradling arms.
An orderly obscures the boy’s midsection,
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'He has robbed two clubs. The judge at Salisbury
Can't give him more than he undoubtedly
Deserves. The scoundrel! Look at his photograph!
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Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west,
Latin writing, from west to east.
Languages are like cats:
You must not stroke their hair the wrong way.
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Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came
Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,
With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,
Giving each man his due, each passion grace,
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'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd,
Not for the thousands whom my father slew,
Altars unfed and temples overturn'd,
Cold hearts and thankless tongues, where thanks are due;
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Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.
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Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces
Crime and reparation. In the barber shop
Recumbent men attend, while absently
The barber doffs the naked face with cream.
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A powerful pen,
Attired with noble ink,
Perceiving true life stories,
Portraying awesome life experiences,
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Inexcusable crime
And incurable disease
Of the last century
Left my throat dry
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Bull elephant is what they call you
Big name, big beast
They do not do you justice
What do you call yourself?
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If someday I sit on the top of this world,
Bring on changes with a single word,
Throw away hatred; spread only love,
Turn a vulture into a peaceful dove,
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The noise
tore the quiet

as if the night
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It's true, I was idealistic when I was young
I saw everything in black and white
But now, everything's gray and complex
I fought for the seals and whales
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When I came forth this morn I saw
Quite twenty cloudlets in the air;
And then I saw a flock of sheep,
Which told me how these clouds came there.
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In Davao, Philippines
small enterpreneurs grow
as their lending
investments
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The one
who is supposed to
give me justice has
amazingly declared her heart
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Light. Lightness. Light-heartedness.
Who can measure their measureless weight?

On the kitchen scales, we balance
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The bay is not blue but sombre yellow
With wrack from the battered valley, it is speckled with violent
foam-heads
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There he comes like a Santa Claus on a Christmas eve along the road of hope.
Lamp posts salute him and the children offer their autographs to sign.
He uses his thousands of pens which holds in one hand.
Homeless they watch the T.V. in their new houses while washing the dirty linen.
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Peace
Peace to release dove
Peace to lease love
Peace to piece heart
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Peace and terror
Poetry and dull logic
Poverty and opulence
They coexist side by side
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The rainbow gets better
As we add more colors
For a more prosperous future
As we include more brothers
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TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered,
A country justice quite confused appeared,
By them the facts were rendered so obscure
With which the truth remained he was not sure.
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Wordsworth


He wandered down the moutain grade
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ohh, , on that list

an execustion for whom carry the hot blood of the east
the degnity, the pride, the justice for the least
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Women and Nature,
Complement each other.
Both bear progeny,
Hurting their anatomy.
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For his fair conduct, goodly grade,
The killer was out on parole.

Easy, for justice to give dole,
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Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright,
That erst with music, and triumphant song,
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds’ ear,
So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along,
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For the deceit
For the illusion that I lived
For the maya
I believed was true
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Where the needle-woman toils
Through the night with hand and brain,
Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain –
Till her eyes seem to crawl,
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'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep
As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more
The wretched Slave, as on his native shore,
Rests on his reedy couch: he wakes to weep!
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