Thursday, 2 February 2012

Poetry - Justice?

On a sliding scale of 1 to 10

He was a 3 when it came to justice

Social custom flew over his head

Like geese honking as they migrate

Did he act in agreement with

What is morally fair?

Did he cling to what is socially right?

Was he in accordance with the rules?

No.

He related to society

Like a troubled 16 year old

Relates to his parents

Prejudice and discord courted him

Clothed in the disguise of cultural media

He argued, it was unfair, he was biased

Organizations were like butter to him

Melting in the sun

He had sucked up principles and morals

Into his sinuses to rot

He looked out of one eye

And closed the other

As he judged what was right to him

Did he grasp that his ideals

Rained down like acid on all he knew

Eventually pock marked people in a trance

Carried his disease from here to there

Little children sitting on the pavement

Caught little drops of acid in their hands

Was he mad?

Was he a poison?

Was he just an ambivalent Canadian?

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