JUSTICE

Justice,

that elusive thing

that drives men mad

and chaos brings

for witnesses lie

and judges can’t enter

hearts that are cold

with lies’ frozen winter

And what of the counsel

that fools with his webs,

who masters the arguments

where his clients’ lies led?

Or, what of the Court

who winks at his friend,

commends his gray hair,

and brings justice its end?

Consider the guilty

that money has freed;

who cares for the victim

in courts ruled by greed?

“Justice!” we clamor,

but face it in dread,

for justice, my friend,

lies broken and dead.

(c) December 8, 2003

Glenn Hall