And Justice for All?, by Kenneth R. Jenkins

Kenneth R. Jenkins

And Justice for All?

Yet we are free

From slavery’s chains,

And chains that bind them together

What about the mental freedom you see?

Freedom of slave master’s whips

And the heat of the sun

From the moon at night

And voices of hatred from their lips.

And what is justice without freeedom

And the cost of many pains

Of which holds

For Freedom is why we are here.

Many died because of the price

Freedom has made and I?

And justice for all?

I ask in simply form I can

Is this justice for all?

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