Sonnet #2A Poem by justiceA sonnet. :)Ancient Justice with translucent blindfold, frozen in time by gorgoneion gaze, your power derives from what you now hold: unbalanced scales with a still sharpened blade. A man with no shoes walks by with a hitch. His arms are covered in eagle tattoos. He reeks of cheap vodka; gives a quick twitch and softly hums 'bout the red, white and blue. A man in a suit with gold-lined pockets drives his new Audi down that very street. His collar is stained with lipstick secrets. but for the right price, none know that he cheats. In the circle of life, Death shall prevail. He'll keep the blade sharp but balance the scale. © 2010 justiceAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorjusticeOmaha, NEAboutI am an out of work, out of school, out of luck 21-year-old trying to make it in the world of writing. I am fairly new to sharing my work and I am just looking to improve myself. I welcome ALL critici.. more..Writing
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