Justice
By Philo Ikonya ©
March 1, 2010
I will give you new wings,
I will take away the sting.
Wings of hope,
Sting of pain.
But I will ask for justice,
Even for these.
That fall in the mud,
Of disease caused by us.
The planet sighs and sinks.
How can it fly?
Wings fallen in mud,
Flight stolen in height.
I will seek the balance,
Birds of the air had nests,
before you came to power.
Not not even children now,
After you do.
See IDPs tents, their home.
I seek justice.
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