Justice may be blind But rest assured she knows your face Every cowardly contour As you mask your cruelty behind the law Beyond the powered halls And powdered wigs of men with slaves Men like war wait in the wings To swallow your entire being Vengeance be thy final plague For those consciences gone cold For those shadows left to cast Gallows you have built yourselves Truth will flow from open mouths Torrential instead of meted out Melting pot made boiling now Know that verdic

A poem about the pain and grief of a world with a disturbing inability to provide any kind of closure or justice to the victims of...