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by Griot
Rated: E · Poetry · War · #1511775
A poem about justice.
This outlaw wants blood to quench her empty soul,

Another man with a dirty hand must pay for what he stole,

Is she an evil woman for seeking out his head,

Would she be good if a trial she sought instead,

She doesn’t care,The pain is too much to bear,

This woman will hunt till the world’s end,


But when she finds him,

What then?

Will she shoot him in the heart,

Or do what is smart?

Let the man live and have justice come for him,

A force that will tear him limb from limb,

Could she be that force,

Justice…

Endowed to steal his life away?

To ensure his evil eyes never again see the light of day?

“She is justice!” you might say,

“She has the right to take his life away!”,

But…

“Is that not an act of vengeance?” they may say,

“She has no right to end a life today!”


No matter the path she takes,

That man had better pray,

Because justice will come sooner or later,

To hunt evil men as prey,






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