When shall the crying stop
So we may hear the wind rustle
And the leaves flutter in the wind
As we witness justice being done
Neither delayed nor denied, it this
Poetic justice?

Shall we pen poems or prose
Or plays or film scripts or
Graffiti on the walls or
Blogs and vlogs and stuff
Online and offline, it this
Poetic justice?

The weak and downtrodden
Shall inherit the kingdom
And so shall the meek, but
Not the greedy and corrupt
And the plunderers, is this
Poetic justice?

Only when all the chicken and
Cows, sacred or not, and goats
As well as sheep and rabbits
Are home to roost, not roast
Shall we say we indeed have
Poetic justice

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