Justice

Being just, is a must, but doesn’t happen easily.

The trust in one’s judgment is a lust few escape.

Even the judge fails his job, what he does is to trudge

On beaten paths of others’ misjudgments. Or higher courts of justice

 Why would we need? The moment matters;

Moods brood or exult us into judgments crude.

Can we even understand? Or do we merely perceive?

Perception includes and excludes at will; reason is unreason.

Without knowing, justice remains a dream. Judgments falter.

Our lives are nothing more than dreams of imagined understanding,

Feigned justice. Providence did not expect us to know or understand;

It is we who land ourselves in this fake situation of pretense and propagand.