Reflection

"Justice stained by blood and greed,

What were our good deeds?

For someone who flew,

Our jealousy grew.

For law was never blind,

Did we ever mind?

Be kind but don't be so blind.

What good is gold,

When life is to be sold?

Among the pearls our eyes saw,

We chose to see the flaw.

So, ask yourself once or twice,

Am I alive or living like a mice?"