The Aspect of Justice

Mortars, martyrs and the people underneath
Flares, tracers and streaks across the sky
And isn’t it beautiful?
O God how pretty it is

Absent the homicides
All the cold-blooded murder
Without one genocide
Your reign is benevolent

But we are wrought with sin
And our pride has been damaged
So any good we do
Reminds us this of you

And down here in the filth
In our introspection, selfishness
There’s no room for anyone else
Where’s the justice in loneliness?

Justice is blind