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Monday, March 9, 2015


Justice does not travel the road.
It enters the woods winding it's own path.
Breaking down brush in search of the wanted.
The hoof beat pounds into open terrain.
A reminder to the guilty there's no where to run.
It's eye lurking coming every bend of the road
A remind there's no where to hide.
The guilt is in you and that to is where justice resides.
Always following, always finding, always present.

1 comment:

  1. Nice shape to this piece, clear message, good work. I like the use of the winding road and the twist of the guilty having no where to run.