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Does justice exist



When I look through the land, I wander
Seeking to see justice in my tracks.
What I see instead
Makes me query what justice is
Maybe there's no justice in this world,
For us or for anyone else.
Maybe the word justice exists as word only, on earth.

A world where people are bound in colonialism.
And to a class of people other remain subjects; subjected.
Slave- master relationships
Like a journalist free, but always in chains

If justice exists, then why is there no fairness in all?
Why would a man take another man a servant?
To erode the capacity of a woman owning property , even in her father's house.

In complete phrases, I do not believe justice exists
There are those punished for stealing pennies, tarrying in prisons,
While right to bail is given to ministers and MP's with trillions maladministered.
Is there any need to say,
When the Government designed a ghetto for one and GRA for others.
And flying in Air crafts is classified.

The word justice means nothing
There are many bills from the MP's seeking justice
Why then are there schools meant for the rich,
And hospitals only allowed for the affluent.
Justice does exist?
While some in prison, dare not say their mind.
If justice exists,I do not know.
But as human beings
Let us learn to be true from our heart to ourselves.
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Bio: ''...I am Felix Emeka-George, born July 18 1978,From Owerre Nimbo, Uzo-Uwani, Enugu State Nigeria. I attended St.Mark's Anglican primary school, Army comprehensive high school,all In Akure,Ondo state. I read History and international studies in Lagos state university, ojo, Lagos. works as officer ( Captain) in Nigeria Army...My past is a closed epistleAnd my present is in my heart of loving life,While my future is unknownGod is my protection of life.Yes....i'm just as moderate, as man,accumulated with spirit of passion and love;allergic to fake life,impatient to unconstructive bulling and hates arrogant people but look telling white and black the colour it's.Hobbies: Reading ,Writing and playing footballFavorite Quote: I'm a toy in the hands of God more…

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