JUSTICE(:

Justice

Justice, justice, justice!

Where art thou? ye Stewarth?

Justice is the very warmth of an inn,

When interred from the bitter slippery,

frosty storm.

Justice is the norm.

It's illusive to the door,

like a very fastened door,

Cannot be entrusted to flurry mind.

Justice must be mandated.

With justice the waves are calm,

There is never a harm.

No one needs justice until

They themselves are imprisoned.

Justice is not heresy,

It's the healing of the soul.

BY:EMILY&DEIRDRE:]