I see them
In the streets,
I see them
Without placards,
And I hear them roar;
'Justice! Justice! ! Justice! ! !
We want justice for the dead'
I see anger
In their veins,
I see wrack
In their gory eyes,
And I hear them chant;
'Justice! Justice! ! Justice! ! !
Kill the killer, don't spare him!
Yes, justice must be served,
But, must the sad song of
Vengeance sound this cruel?
Yes, it's a sorrowful loss,
But, would killing the killer
Resurrect the deceased?
Vengeance is blind,
Darkness is all he sees;
The water in his eyes isn't
As white as the tears he brings,
But so red, as the blood he seeks
In anger, and sarchophagous zeal.
Certainly,
Justice will be served;
If the Nation's Authority
Fails to do that,
Nature's Authority won't fail.
Certainly,
Justice will be served;
If the rain fails to fall,
Surely the sun will rise
Without Jungle Justice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful lines nicely put together with conviction.