You tested them
In the pride of their days
Not with strength, but weakness,
And they were wicked in their ways.
I came to them in meekness
In humility, in need:
A widow in my distress
With orphans to feed
I needed, like Ruth,
To glean in safety
But they were cruel.
They have afflicted me.
I was an alien, a sojourner,
A foreigner in a foreign land,
They defrauded me,
They crippled my stand.
You take up my case.
I wash my hands and depart-
They are not my people-
I leave their cold, arrogant hearts
In Your Just Hands.
You promise justice to widows, orphans, the sojourner, and the poor.
I ask You for it.
*Addendum
I have asked for justice
Instead of vindication
Because I only changed it
In the first by way of prevarication
Justice is merely
An eye for an eye,
But they have both
And at the time, I
Only had one
When they put it out.
If they lose an eye
They go about
Barely impeded,
But my world is forever
Alone in the dark
Gripping what’s severed
Unless You take into account
Power, and the responsibility of sight,
Measuring my experience
By the widow’s mite
Justice by percentage
Instead of volume.
And to remind You again,
I already have a petition in
For vindication.
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