Justice

A Dream

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I climbed a hill stretched with blood
to discover my namesake, as if
the ground should appear different the higher I went.
 
I said “no” to men whom I loved, and
screamed “no” to those I hated, but
it made no difference- any virtue
left me long, long ago.
 
I stood before nations filled with
malice upon me for my being me,
and I’ve since stopped crying “why”
a long, very long time ago now.
 
At times it does appear to me
that maybe I was not meant for such
a cold, dark world, where one does
their daily best oft times to just survive.
 
Somewhere, a word called justice exists-
I dream about it regularly in my sleep
but for now, I’m awake, and I am here,
and Master is calling me inside once more.