JUSTICE – A SERVICE

‘Is being compassionate, wrong?’ – you ask

Does justice need to wear a mask?

Is begging for alms always deceptive?

Should you shut your eyes and be imperceptive?

 

Standing for justice,

Is never a task simple,

Road blocks and red lights,

Along the way are ample.

 

Should you dare to stop an unjust mob outrage,

Be willing to face their heightened enrage,

Should you decide to raise your voice for justice,

Be prepared for criticisms from your family and society.

 

With such a tight grip has injustice held,

The hands of one and all,

That ’tis hard to be dispelled,

By just a simple call.

 

How many slogans and protests,

Would it take for mankind to get rid of this pest?

Is the human conscience so dead that,

That justice seems to be such a far cry?

 

Justice against crime,

Seems to be coated with slime,

Is it not our duty prime,

To ensure justice sublime?

 

In a world where injustice looms large,

At every corner and every street,

Lets not mutely watch,

And our chests simply beat.

 

Rise up, aware one,

Speak up against injustice,

Take care to practise justice,

In doing so, you would render a noble service.