Justice

THE EDITOR:

With unjustified sewage imposed on our innocence

We jump onto your waist where purity is not wasted

We sing within your unperishable reservoirs

Where sounds of vexations are quashed

Even the poor pour belief in your leaves of fairness

Which see forever and ever the pinnacle of peace

You gather all errs and surrender them to fresh air

Which aim to overturn floods and foams into fairness

You divorce all misplacements of facts

And crash miscarriages of justice into ashes

Shouting within the realms of victory

And nourishing from the mother of all equality

Handsen Chikowore, London