rawest of realities

no share of justice left for those who seek
through thought and deed a space to dedicate
that will provide some safety for the weak

against the strong we have arrayed the meek
but if they fail someone will celebrate
no share of justice left for those who seek

some measure of contentment though the sleek
and perfumed bear none of the honest freight
that will provide some safety for the weak

we tell the true ones from the sport and freak
the latter are all barred at the last gate
no share of justice left for those who seek

in silence to endure the loudest shriek
of saddened creature mourning for its mate
that will provide some safety for the weak

each for a time will stand there on the peak
and then for everyone it will be late
no share of justice left for those who seek
that will provide some safety for the weak