Books on my desk
Rules
A thousand years of culture,
A thousand manuscripts
But we’re still here
Killing, stealing, waging wars
You tell me
When walking on that road
The stone below you
Is pressed beneath your feet
And suddenly that violence
Once an act of crime
Becomes organic, part of human lives
An orange squeezed from living trees
A flower picked for someone loved
A cow chopped up into a meal
A man promoted, another fired
A baby born, another hungry dies
These laws, more natural
Than human made decrees
More permanent
Than fleeting scrolls
We aim for man-made justice
In this world
When maybe all we need to do
Is realize
That justice
Is not black or white
It’s in this order here
While artificial laws
Are subject to
The systems they create
And honestly
From what this world has seen
These systems failed
They failed so bad
And so
The time has come
For us to re-evaluate
To have the courage
To question all these rules
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