Justice calls out in every direction and aspect in life but she is always hidden and undeclared. I was a pure soul though righteous and blameless but have become a mere laughing stock. No matter how I try to vindicate the upright, I am always restricted to do so.

Injustice overpowers me in every balltle and war in life. I am always down casted and sold out at a cheap price in both court of law and order. My name is never mentioned out of the mouth of anyone. I am the truth and the way but always neglected.

Trembling seizes my body when I see that despite winning, I am always labelled as a loser and injustice takes my place in just a jiffy. In the mist of plenty, I never find a place to stand my ground and fight.

For how long will I keep quiet and allow the corrupt world bury me alive although still breathing?, when will I be vindicated and set free from the captivity of my haters?, Justice, justice I call out to my name alone in a deserted place when I am not given to the upright.
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