Hurry up, Justice! Haven't you tarried long enough?
Masses wait in silence,
Or rage, or somewhere in-between
And still you taunt us with your absence.
Still, you mock us with your lingering, looming sense,
Withheld from our grasp.
But, you were never ours to hold.
So we push and prod to no avail.
We pray and
For you to prevail.
We've heard your arc is long.
We beg your Narrator to keep us strong.