Love's Still Voice

A poem I wrote, inspired by the quote, 'Fiat justitia, et pereat mundus.'

Let there be justice, though the world perish.

The needy plead
Still no one hears
The orphans cry
Who wipes their tears?

Who will go,
Whose hands reach out?
The one who listens
The one who hears

Wrung in grief
Heart filled with compassion
The one who cares
The servant with patience

Ears that hear
Eyes that see
A dying man's
Still, silent plea
  
Those ignored,
Those rejected
The ones forgotten
No longer remembered

We're too fine
We're too well
Much too far
From their living hell

When will we awaken
To the suffering & strife?
Wait till you're taken
By the last awful surprise

The day we complain
We cease to hear those in pain
When divided we stand
Any kindness is mere pretend

Who are we to sigh
Who am I to cry
For many out there,
Life is no pumpkin pie

How can we fight
Will man ever make right?
If you agree to the latter
I simply beg to differ

Don't give in
Don't you lie
Stand for the truth
Be ready to die

Alas, a scary thought
Still, one that must be caught
While all goes on, all goes on
Many perish without a sound

Who will know,
But the One alone
Searching to and fro
For a heart that's loyal

He who inclines his ear
Silencing the world of noise
Will hear ever so clear
The call of Love's still voice.

Solum Deum Timidus,

Janielle

Let there be justice, though the world perish.