Justice

I purpose tonight
To wall out all men
To never again
Yield to the blight

Of their blind, self-placating reality

Pleasured by lack of sight
Tromping in the delights of their sin
Returning again and again
To the stained impotence of night

In abdication of God-given responsibility

Laughing in merriment at those
Who must shoulder their abandoned loads:

A decadent city built on the backs of widows and orphans

But God inhales.