The Injustice 🌹 🥀🌹🌷 Injustice is glace from the world's disgrace Throwing the man into a magma-filled place Everyone with gladiator's personality To allow mankind to find solace from the penalty The gits are the flag bearers escorting the helpless In blue suites around their girths The dynamic folds from introspection Unfolding fairly how the gits gladden their pockets After the sweaty struggles of land tenants Then powerful ones calls it "easy richness" The wild vultures squanders the glades of innocent grasshoppers So that it's said the cool glades of the course Belongs to the lions and not the calves When the wrecks kneels in humility besides the high tables When the wrecks takes the droplets from the tables The masters smiles and says it's justice done And everyone smiles according to hierarchies 🥀🌹🌷 by billy paul