Random Leaf #1083 precisely cut

They name it justice.

They call it the law—

the rules to follow,

duties to oblige—

things that must never break,

things that cannot be bent.

And yet—

there are still the hungry;

then the dying;

then the hopeless;

then the traumatized;

then those who cope;

then those being tempted;

then those who gave in;

then those with so little,

yet still giving;

then those who refuse—

Unknown to many,

these are the many faces of the romantics—

fanatics of the mundane,

the trivial, the banal.

They are the suffering.

And then,

there are those untouchables—

the authors of history;

deemed worth more than others;

the few who are ever free—

But where is the heart?

Where is the humanity—

the very essence of why we exist?

Better yet—

is this what we truly need?

Is this really why—

As long as there are

mouths unfed,

and voices silenced,

paradise will remain empty,

and we—

we will never be in it.