So many the years the innocent wait
Before any relief, before any hope
Before one taste of the cup of justice
The offer of such held out, but kept from reach
It is not revenge, not an act to settle a score
We need a new societal path
One that follows an accurate compass
Justice should flow without wrath
Without the need to beseech
Human justice seems imperfect
Substituting sorrow for one's actions
With the self fulfilling need for regret
By rule in forms de facto or de jure
We fail, in all forms of justice
Now we must ask for something more
For the orphans suffer in our demure
Waiting for judgment and satisfaction
By power acting according to a mission
Justice will clean the most clouded slate
A brutal existence, poverty of hope
Exchanged for something complete
A gift found in something pure
