Justice

They pushed her in the door
She hit the floor
Stealing those gifts from family and friends
Laughter was all they said

Got a thousand pounds of hatred crumbling my soul
I want to kill the person who hurt me so

They hit him in the head
He hit the ground
Stealing the earning of another man's labor
Laughter was all they said

Got a thousand pounds of hatred crumbling my soul
I want to kill the person who hurt me so

The word within speaks
"Is not your God a just God?
Will goodness come to those who do evil?
Come that judgment day
What will God have to say?"

By:  Roger Harkness



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