To Whom It May Concern:

What goes around doesn't come around anymore.

Greetings, Justice
There’s a rumor
That you were born

Blind

They forget to mention:
Deaf
Mute
Paralyzed
With fear

You know, Justice
They skip the part
Where you
Gave up

You just deserter
Pale runaway
Failed boomerang

You had the fight
Knocked out of you
Ears shut
Lips sealed
Feet stuck

How can I fight?
You claim
Without eyes
Without allies

It isn’t fair

For shame, Justice
You're nothing more than
A blind mouse
A caged bird
A kicked dog
Waiting for master
To return

No one is coming for you

Get up, Justice
You coward

If you still live
Take a look around
And then take
A stand