Justice for One

 

I want to hurt some people

No, not that

I want someone else to hurt them

It is a gypsy curse

Or something from a deeper quarter

Of New Orleans

Yes, I might use magic

But then Harry Potter dies

I won’t deserve the stories, anymore

 

Not encountering them is good

We live in different towns

Heaven help offenders who

Live on the same street,

Even the same side

 

In wanting vengeance, I change

Nothing but myself

 

I know a little about justice

The human kind can be corrupt

The divine part is in perfect balance

All the time

I can shake my fist

But God will not change anything

But changeable

In its own time

 

C L Couch

 

 

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The Agrestic Grocer, Orange, Australia