Justice

• Michael Williams, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2007

There he was, an old, old man;
He stood before me,
and then spoke one word;
"Justice" he said, "For whom" said I;
but he said no more,
just walk on past me'
It made me think; what is right?
who should live? who should die?
Is the law just, or is it corrupt?
and if it is so, what should be done?
So i took up his mission;
i seeked for justice;
yet i became to fear;
that i might not like it;
for we all have wronged, but given second thought, I still persued.