Ghosts of Justice

Vengeance,
swiftly,
quietly,
quickly.
A ghost of justice,
by the time
you realize
what’s going on
you’ll be fitted
in a pair of concrete boots.
It’ll be
just you and me.
We’ll leave from a red shore,
and I will make sure
the tide of righteousness
takes you where you belong.
A ghost of justice,
you won’t see me,
you won’t know me,
I’ll hold your hand
during your final prayer.

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