Justice - a Poem

Such a loaded word

justice

as if it has any real meaning

when words get torn out 

ripped asunder 

from pages of dusty books

countering the crooks 

becomes only a daydream

of gullible poets and writers

who are haunted 

by the phantom menace

The words dance 

in the cloud and the mind

alike, where the ferocity 

and calculated grin

arising from shadowy goon

swoon over the pen

a writer holds on his hand

thinking to write the next word 

or not, instead catching 

the bubbles of silence

floating mid air  

Justice not served

as justice denied

a father's agonies is heard

from afar 

travelling across Ethernet

like a category five hurricane

brooding on the ocean

calm tears, reminder 

of a storm, havoc in waiting