Knocked at justice’s door;
It squeaked and opened slowly…
The room was empty.
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Knocked at justice’s door;
It squeaked and opened slowly…
The room was empty.
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mrmelody7 says: Thats a truism for most especially those Black folks that try to do the right thing but lots of time this poem is their reward |
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after vision says: the scales of justice is not blind |
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mlowe5 says: I hear you my Brothers. I hear you. And I still believe that as we continue to do our part--fighting on--justice will one day roll down just as sure as it's raining today and will rain in the tomorrows. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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mlowe5 says: Thanks, love_supreme. It seems that the harder we knock, the louder becomes the same old response. Seems we'll just have to institute our own "know-knocK" and catch them "Off-guard". Peace and Love. |
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