Long

Each word spoken and unbroken carries weight;

Yet I am light as feather or morning dew,

And have received more than I deserve;

But what troubles me more

Is the plight of those who received more evil

Than anyone should bear;

So come, Justice, even at my expense;

Show that you exist:
Like lakes clean in true forest,

Do they have a Master who will rage

If Man breaks their spell

By cutting down the trees and

Filling the lakes with sewage?

Come, Justice, make your presence felt

Even at my expense,

Let me see your righteous rage

And see that widows, orphans, fugitives

And other strangers in the land

Will not be swallowed by the prince of this world

But will be held safe in your Hands

(I ask these earnestly, held down by disbelief)