The world is upside-down

Treaties are useless, peace only sells.

For they are like chotchkies, that gather dust on your shelves.

Perhaps you can dust them.  No, that does not do well.

Look at America, Justice for all.

Justice for the old, bungled and bald.

Justice for me and justice for him.

Give them Justice, and just they will be.

They shall lay down their grenades and religious ideals.

Their Kalashnikovs and hellhounds of steel.

They will lay down their, “Hate for all who defy”

They will have no time for childish games to make time fly by.

For the working man, needs no arms.

For his only struggle is on his factories and farms

For they know, they are safe as can be.

Because Justice is brings.

The tidings of Peace.

They say peace is the answer; I’d tell them they’re wrong.

They say peace is the fix all.  There is err in their song.

For peace is no answer.  It is the cherry on the cake.

Justice is grand, and Justice will make.

Poor little boy, in the 16 of the new century.

You live in the middle, of a Rising Easter.

When will it stop?  Who will know?

All he was told, “They must go!”

Mr. MacDermott, and all his colleagues.

Sat down at their table, and had some sweet drink.

And devised a plan, to overthrow the tyrant across their sea.

For that want for Justice. Their Easter Rising.

The 73 of 105, destroyed MacDermott and his men’s pride.

For his country was discriminated, and spat on with disgust.

They had no Justice, but they had to!  They must!

The Easter would not rise. But Rise it did

For the calling of peace was always called.

But they forgot one thing, one thing strong.

Justice be her name, for she is strong

                                                  In our modern era, Western man stands strong.

Solving world problems, standing immortal in all.

Trying to help fix, in the land of birth, the start of civilization, is where it hurts.

Cousins killing cousins while hiding behind the same Mask.

The Northern aviaries, kempt by the Israelites.

Feed on the Wombats whom hide in the crags.

For small they are, and hard to sight.

Abraham’s bird keepers cannot seem to find

Red are the tails of the Northern birds

They make a great sound when they move past the turf

Booming through cities, calling them out.

Making the Wombats run out from their holes.

But animals we are not.

We think like children, accept or not.

You can say you want peace, but peace is a word

Without Justice, peace is unheard.

As I grow up, I watch the silly games.

Presidents help make treaties, but see them get burned

Hide behind Masks, the world powers do.

The land of Hebrews chaos ensued.

When I wish for a miracle, it would be naught for world peace.

It shall be for Justice, just Justice at least.

But to be Just, you must have love.

But for it is hard to love someone whom has done unjust and wrong.

It doesn’t truly affect me, no, not at all.

But it is saddening to watch your fellow humans fall.

Cousin killing cousin, behind the same Mask.

Lest they be stupid, and a little bit mad.

When Lamb lays with Lion, for Justice is there.

Justice keeps planes aloft in the air.

Justice runs factories, farms and dairies.

For the men who work there.

Know Justice keeps Peace and Justice is fair.