The gavel’s thrown outside the court:
To justice there is no resort;
For laws are bent to serve the strong,
What sure is right can be made wrong.
The tears of the offended plead,
Their twisted faces you can read:
The pain and anger, grief and hurt –
O let not God their cause desert!
But wealth can move its friends on high
And easily let even justice die,
While the oppressed to heaven cry,
“Are you, God, deaf; if not, then, why?”
November 28, 1988
