Yearn For Justice
Hand stretched out but no
kind touch
Is this mine or am I
invisible to a reach?
Loneliness the lake of
mental disorder
Let’s call it fake and
turn our backs on the pretender
Mind suffering that
ignored hobgoblin
Camouflaged and concealed
but racing round like a toboggan
This whirlpool of tears
that nobody hears
Behind the doors and masks
where sadness destroys
Questions asked with
inquisitive lust
Noticeable the weak
disguise of guilt in their thrust
Always a reason, smiling
and caressing
But they leave the
different, cling to the safe and forsake
Is this living an
emotional death among the unfeeling?
I too feel, but driven
into the field of lost causes, search by kneeling
Look for Jude, surely
sitting with Francis of Assisi
For all the unwanted and
strays, hearts shattered, yearn for justice
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