Justice is...

What is Justice?
Can it be quantified?
Justice is intangible and
Out of control.

Justice is catching a lunch thief in the act
And a pretty cool name of a kid I know
Justice is fairness
And we all know that life ain't fair.

We try to pursue justice
All our lives
But the pursuit is fruitless
Judgmental, even

For the 23-year-old single mother of two
Justice means alimony and child support
Maybe even a night off
And a chance at castration for the bastard that did this to her.

I will tell you one thing
My thin skin can't
fight for justice anymore
I need to find something else I'm passionate about.

Justice is
"It's my turn" followed by a
"You got it yesterday" and "She always gets to sit in the front" followed by a
"If you don't let me have it I don't love you anymore."

Justice is
Finding your daughter's rapist and murderer has been given
Two life sentences in maximum security
Instead of the death penalty

Justice is
Meeting your birth mother
For the first time
After 35 years

Justice is
Conceiving a baby
After being told
Your husband is sterile

Justice is adoption

Justice is
"It's not fair" and
"It has no boundaries"
We march for justice but what does that mean?

I find myself tonight
Surrounded by a sea of protesters
In the pursuit
Of fairness

Justice is
Purely the precise
Banging of a gavel at the right moment
Bringing the jury to a verdict

Because justice is subjective
Maybe we need to alter our viewpoints
Slightly
But I don't want to get in too deep over my head

Justice can be peace and olive branches
Justice lies in a warm meal
After a long, cold, hard day
Justice is a privilege, not a right.

Justice is earned, not given out
As a freebie
Justice can be
Overdone

Justice is
A warm blanket
And a place
To lay your head

Peter, Paul, and Mary
Sing about justice
In the form of a hammer, a bell, and
A song

But I still don't know precisely
What justice is.
Any thoughts?
Feel free to add on...

Passing Wind

...starting a community poem, feel free to add on...like the game of telephone, come on...you know you want to! All the cool kids are doing it...(Maybe I have been working with kids WAAAAY too long...)


You knew it was coming.
How could you not?
With a theme like that,
What else would be hot?

Passing wind, farting, whatever you call it
Will always be friendly
Hilarious and comical
No matter how many times you do it