The Road to Justice

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“Justice grows out of recognition of ourselves in each
other…that my liberty depends on you being free too.”
Barack Obama
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“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality,
tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects
one directly, affects all indirectly.” 
Martin Luther King Jr.
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The Road To Justice 

by Irene Fowler

The road to justice
Increasingly, seldom bathed in sunlight and radiance
Or paved with luminous celestial stars of glory
Nor washed clean by purifying, pristine, perfumed flood waters
Sadly, too often shrunken and submerged in dank, fetid cesspools.

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The road to justice
In rotting disrepute, disrepair and despair
More frequently, lacking protective barriers or guard rails
Encroached on, and colonized, by serpents, scorpions, and dragons
It sinks under the weight of sickening, lethal, official bribery, corruption and injustices.

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The road to justice
All warning signs dismantled, ignored or mocked
Scene of unending pileups, collisions and tragedies
Strewn with countless diminished, bloodied, and lifeless innocent victims
Laden with broken-down, burnt-out, gutted locomotives, in search of justice.

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The road to justice
More often than not, dangerous, booby-trapped and teacherous
Littered with toxic debris and noisesome clutter
Patrolled by deadly drones, balloons and UFO’s of human, mad-genius origins
Resulting in absurd, bizarre, travesties of justice outcomes.

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The road to justice
Bears no resemblance to the indelible, iconic words of prophet Amos
“But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream,”
Or the fearless deeds of slave-emancipator, Lord Mansfield
In letting “justice be done though the heavens fall.”

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The road to justice
Divinely ordained to be accessible, toll-free and welcoming to all
A brightly-lit, safe, and secure thoroughfare
Devoid of underworld or netherworld features
A road that rises to every occasion with excellence and in good faith
Ablaze with eternal, burning lamps.

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2023 by Irene Fowler

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