Justice Or A Throw Of The Dice?

The Judgment

 

I can see the rising sun

Burning deep into my brain

I can smell the brewing storm

I can feel the Devil’s pain

Anger rising from the fire

Steals hope on wings of shame

Words like debutants attired

Tempting me to play their game

Stoic angels offer mercy

For the contrite sinner’s soul

As the jury cries for justice

Cerberus awaits his toll

A lifetime of futility

Debacle and despair

I search to find the answer

To know that someone cares

The judge in robe of ebony

Pounds his gavel, grits his teeth

With eyes like glowing embers

I look to him for grace

I can see the sinking sun

Has run its course complete

Now I await my judgment

At the going market rate

 

Done