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Justice!

There are people of less importance,

Who comprehend not the word's meaning,

Here are the poor with their skin colored,

These are the people, who die in dire,

Taught by the world,

A prosperous person, on top of the world,

It becomes then, decree of the world.

To label, judge and to pre-determine,

To see their race and what they’re worth,

Before they consider,

Whether the people deserve a word.

They ogle their eyes and shake their heads,

Rich men scoffing about human rights,

What do they comprehend,

Aside their deranged pride?

In admiration they gloat of themselves,

Their eyes burst with self importance,

Their acts are selfish,

Disregard everything,

They're always right in,

Oppressing human rights,

They look down at the poor,

They frown then close their nose,

As they look down at the poor,

They turn and cover their nose.

You may in your perfect world question,

Why I seem to emit dislike,

For I have known not, what is ‘like’,

You may think, here’s an angst teen,

One who chose not to accept things,

Think what you think,

You still will not understand a thing.

If you still have no idea what it means,

To be poor, with black skin,

For you have failed to look in their eyes,

Acceptance only for money and kin,

Akin to their kins,

You know nothing of this being,

Be thankful, lucky privileged being.

Justice in the world..

What then but prejudice?

For sure the lot will think I speak of sin,

Justice synonym to those born kings,

They have in their hands all types of reigns,

To abhor all beings, tyrants among living things,

Justice merely a word sufficient for selfish beings.

Don’t brag about education,

Know! You were born a privileged being,

For certificates not signs of a clever human being,

You were probably born a light skinned thing,

Hence people around listen to your idiotic mumblings.

The world is not for the poor,

Everyday lives, used and categorized,

The tales of poor are never bothered,

Though as long as we don’t deter,

And consider the rich man a failure,

We still might cease to suffer;

And if we get richer, we give it away to the poor,

Surely you will fail to adhere,

You were not born poor and,

From what I’ve seen,

'Justice' means terrorizing the poor.

I don't know

I don’t know. Basic knowledge, profound insights, I don’t know. The development of the mind and body as it ages, makes it compulsory to instill understanding, contentment and tolerance as main components, but I don’t know, they come and they’d go, they’re never undeviating, they come and go as they feel please, most of the time I face the risk in wavering and when I do, I am susceptible to despicable things.

One then sees the similarity resembling an adolescent kid. Old habits die slow, they almost seem part of the soul; so irritating and frustrating I seem to succumb to these destructive cravings, to have end up doing distracting deeds. Hovering and wavering is displeasing not what I have aspiring.

The self in learning and progressing seem like he’s starting to walk unswervingly and that really seems like achieving. I don’t know but I am me, can I change myself suddenly? What then if the supply of information and knowledge stops providing? Then lost is the fuel that keeps him moving.

One should only think that he should be a happy being? I don’t know, a man’s desire seems never ending, closeness and reverie to God would put blessings and happiness in a man’s heart, but I don’t know, I am still a selfish being.

The waywardness and the idiocy of the people, I try not to affect me, for who I am to judge thee? For what do I accomplish from looking at stupidity? We all look at things differently, what you see as success I see as a shallow and ignominy; what I see as success you see as lame and your view of idiocy.

We are rowing our boats without a proper destination in mind, still we keep on rowing in what we think we are relying; upon reaching destination most people then look for a replacement, the one before failed to result into enlightening.

But how can the people not affect me? I am with them living ‘harmoniously’ doing most things that seems so benignly, I don’t know, surely, only an idiot looks at idiocy, though the world is in abundance filled with it.

I don’t think I am as angry as I used to be, I don’t know. This is the ‘age’ of acceptance and then striving and of contentment and progressing, everyone their own version and depiction of what lies ahead and I am with mine.

For when I start seeing wisdom instead of stupidity only perhaps then, tranquility. The fact remains that there are too many things that I don’t know.