Justice Undetermined

Write a poem about justice.

Is this really justice?

I really don’t know

Sitting in my cell

Looking out the window

No shops, no roads

No people I can see

Only other prisoners

In the same position as me

Having flashbacks from court

When the judge finally said

Be prepared for the next

4 ½ years ahead

My head hung down

I was leaving my freedom behind

Nothing but my family

Was running through my mind

The bloke was an arsehole

Why couldn’t this be seen?

I just wanted him away from me

The horrible little fiend

Shouting and pointing in my face

Who did he think he was?

I should’ve stopped and thought about this

And put the world on pause

Instead the fight was finished

Before I even knew it