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Justice, justice, justice!
Where art thou? ye Stewarth?
Justice is the very warmth of an inn,
When interred from the bitter slippery, frosty storm.
Justice is the norm.
It's illusive to the door, like a very fastened door,
Cannot be entrusted to flurry mind.
Justice must be mandated.
With justice the waves are calm,
There is never a harm.
No one needs justice until
They themselves are imprisoned.
Justice is not heresy,
It's the healing of the soul.
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snyamhuno
I am Shepherd Nyamhuno, aged 24. I live in Zimbabwe and am completing my degree. As a Christian I believe I am my brothers' keeper and that I must have some interest in the welfare of our human race.
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