Dear Justice,

I have been calling since 1981, but you are never at home.

On this cold wintery Sunday morning with the withered leaves and the sun refusing to thaw my frozen soul, I feel I must speak my mind.

I have dreamt and hope to see you or hear you speak the truth but lies have filled the air polluted with fear.

The future of our planet holds no interest to the powerful, the floods and expanding rivers made few restless.

Corruption, oppression, regression and suppression has continued to sustain injustice obscuring the path of humanity.

Experiences distorted, dismissed and trivialised; I am attempting ascertain if you really exist or just a fable from the past.

War, victimisation and famine, I must testify your absence legitimises the demise of humankind.

The infamous justice, you must break your self imposed silence at once.

Where is the integrity and rationality in man, the great philosophers assured?

How can I explain to our Universal soldiers, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley, Malcolm X and Nelson Mandela that you have deceived and destroyed their prophecy. 

Where is the liberation you promised the martyrs?

We have allowed the destruction of our sons and daughters embedded in violence and terror. Their spirit broken- can no longer resist ; redefined fighting for survival.

I am searching for meaning in a gesture stemmed from frustration. 

Wisdom would insist that a happy ending will exist.

With no illusion I yearn for those dark autumn evening with the blustery wind caressing my warm translucent skin.

Dear Justice, I have been calling since 1981, I have decided not to call again.