Justice - a Poem

Such a loaded word
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