Let justice transpire,
and never my ire,
whenever I’m caught in between.
Oh heart, don’t decry
but only rely
on the Judge who has already seen.
Let no smear be thrown,
no weapon or stone
for only myopia screams.
Oh lips, don’t unpurse,
e’en chaffed by the curse
of the knowledge things aren’t as they seem.
Let Truth be my friend
my hope ‘till the end
while weaknesses own I must face.
Oh, build no high tower,
await but the hour
when justice and peace will embrace.
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