Angry Justice

Thunder roars lightning strikes on this cold rainy night.
All you hear is yelling, fingers pointing.
I loathed the sight.
My anger not disappointing.
They hurt you.
And in return I’d hurt them.
My anger for injustice was no taboo.
For they will never know the mayhem they brought upon them
The bruises I saw.
The tears that leaked.
I knew you were raw.
The justice I eked.
For justice for a victim.
Is Justice in my own personal system.





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