For A Bleeding Flower of Justice

For A Bleeding Flower of Justice

Like a virgin flower

plucked from an edenic

garden,

justice lies lifelessly

in fields of nightmares—

bleeding bastard blood

of raped miscarriage.

Observers pass by

cringing in disgust—

clinching their innocence

and wiping apathetic brows,

they sigh and move on:

relieved it’s no fault of theirs.