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They have lived in hell; they are not devils; now they want out.

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March 2012

Is there any justice in the world

 
“If there is any justice in the world…’’
For the umpteenth time the lyrics and tune of Lemar’s song pounds in my head and heart ever since I started doubting the meaning and existence of justice. I can now comfortably sing the words and sometimes I hum and mumble the verses over and over again and again. I would nostalgically sing the song alongside James Blunt. Like Lemar I would strongly compose a song in solidarity to the fact that earthly justice is in extinct. Those who endorse the essence of Lemar’s song overweigh others who think otherwise. Silence should be golden.
Everyone wants justice but it is so amazing how not everyone would be willing to give the same justice. Treating myself fair and right and doing the same to others is simply justice to me and any other rational being.
It is only human to have self-interest though. To treat yourself fair and right before any other person might to some extent mean having everything in your favor. Otherwise it is injustice. We are comfortable treating others as they treat us, this makes me wonder whether justice is a principle of humanity or a virtue.  In like manner, is Joseph Kony an antonym of virtue?
That legendary teaching that ‘you take my coat and I give you my shirt too’ or ‘you slap my cheek and I turn the other for you to slap again’, distinctively shifts the understanding and knowledge of justice. Why take my shirt in the first place? It isn’t right or fair. And more so, why would I give you my coat after you grab my shirt? Taking my shirt in the first place is not fair. Where is humility hiding?
Again, poverty seems to define every course of justice today. In poverty you are doomed to helplessness and almost believe that justice belong to the wealthy and only exists in those fairy tales. The wealthy too think that justice is one of their rights regardless of its presence or not. Justifying this statement is not any of my intention and could be over and above me.
Today I would comfortably say that wealth overweighs justice. Or they complement each other.  Both go hand in hand and in fact, justice does not survive in poverty, if it does, that is an exception. On the other hand the wealthy and their wealth smoothly sail away in the storm of crime, impunity, corruption… through any convictions into freedom. And this is just justice to them. Their fair skin cannot be in contact with the shackles, the oxygen in the prison is not good for their health…..
Sometimes my wish for survival does not augment my hopes for justice any day. At one point I believed that it’s only in the church and International Criminal Courts where justice is. But how many can reach for it there? I have succumbed to the consolation that, in the next life, where God is the prosecutor, the planner and the judge no doubt about justice.
There is not much justice in the world. It is only human to make justice where it should be, but it’s natural to always take justice.
For whatever course, humanity has got its own way of giving justice. For every action you do there would be a remedy in good turn or bad turn of your life time, so to speak. If you sow you must reap and whatever you sow, you reap. You must pay for the wickedness and or get reward for every good thing you do. How I wish every evil soul would access this.
We are capable of granting ourselves justice in our life time from the products of our invested behavior in life. Like the attribute to Harry S. Truman (1884 – 1972)
U.S. president.
Do your duty, and history will do you justice.
 
 
 
 
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Cargo from Yesterday, Oh God!

The nostalgic aroma here                                                                                                      The sickening stench there                                                                                                           And confusion in equator
Unfolding affection and adoration
Indebted to humanity, thought,
Well…
That, to yearn with years chosen to be
Never existed per se
Rather else, on second earth

”Beckon me dear
Wherever you are
I won’t take long”
Welcome all preliminaries
To stir back the course
Loving this since gimmick days
When yours resembled mine
And ours was one

Just you and us only.

Oh this holy violence that has kept me
Hope
While my boundary sieve protection
I wait for us and we start all over
Right here not there
Where just intellect survive through
Will o’ the wisp
Keeping Faith at arm’s length
For tomorrow is very strange
Though even with death and back
Would still be a quality
Corpse of the only legal possession.
All machismo never to protect or to defend
But this isn’t a man’s thing,
God’s.

Rummaging imaginations of all intellectuals
Desires of barren quest
Spiced and never liked
This time made too real
And organized just to thrill
Alas!

It must have been Calvary
But how without crucifixion
Or well, or not yet.
That hurricane from the winter desert
And that whirlwind from the summer sea
Why not admit once and for ill
Just in love with what isn’t
Where, how, what,
Oh why?
Those that arrest a hundred percent
Viewership
A feat not just for any ape
They want to sprinkle sauce on you
You and condiment and devour you raw
‘Recommended graphical exploration,’ they say,
‘The one God created on Monday’
A malignant social cancer.
Only conscious obstruction can save.

Oh hail the angels within
And scale a balance
To roar and surge the spirits back
That once stricken with fear, unknown
Always enduring and never-ending
But not yet, yet no needs met
Now I take my stance to supper merrily
The cud
For that hiccupped back.

If I were angel
Meet me at your gate
Is it here where it is?

here i am

They had their own time

I had mine too

For a genuine excavation without

Not like a widow who knows

Until, but at death

The grave.

Like new day as it comes and goes

In its own duplicate

Duplicated sequence

 

But my perpetual pursue

Ceased to halt at the horizon

Went round on its axis

Where I got to see but never saw.

Every black or white conception

Banging all the windows of opportunity shut.

Without any conviction

 

How far within this day

And now branded legally blind

All rights to paint any law.

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