Imagine a nation,
the best of its kind.
It ruled the skies and the seas,
but didn't quite have a hold on its elite.
They ran rampant, selling freely the dignity of its ordinary,
hardworking citizens, exploiting them for the last coin,
hoping for a disaster so they could cash in their insurance.
They hoard the wealth, trickling down a few to the citizens,
and they know that's what's keeping them powerless,
so much so that the state itself is forced to show
their backs to the public when it's time for justice
to finally take its course.
They get away scot-free, while legal fees pile endlessly.
How does one serve justice in such a society?
"The flame erupts with a spark,
when finally we declare enough is enough," speaks the working man,
and we've had enough of this absolute lack of shame.
The leader we appointed now collude with the same
rich people, who just want to have their way.
RISE! they begin to scream, the voice soars,
from a scream, to a roar.
The country erupts into sign of changing times,
and the commotion outside sent a chill down the elites' spine,
and the leaders sat at the edge of the seat, hoping the oath that every soldier took,
they would be obliged to keep.
But what happens when the enemy is your own family asking for justice from the obviously
oblivious government, that's now recruiting you to **** me?
But even that's not enough.
Power rushes to fill the next head, it loaths being without a sinner,
and no matter how many times they revolted, a new elite would creep up,
and that's when resilience spoke
that justice will prevail, sooner or later.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:16 AM UTC
Imagine a nation,
the best of its kind.
It ruled the skies and the seas,
but didn't quite have a hold on its elite.
They ran rampant, selling freely the dignity of its ordinary,
hardworking citizens, exploiting them for the last coin,
hoping for a disaster so they could cash in their insurance.
They hoard the wealth, trickling down a few to the citizens,
and they know that's what's keeping them powerless,
so much so that the state itself is forced to show
their backs to the public when it's time for justice
to finally take its course.
They get away scot-free, while legal fees pile endlessly.
How does one serve justice in such a society?
"The flame erupts with a spark,
when finally we declare enough is enough," speaks the working man,
and we've had enough of this absolute lack of shame.
The leader we appointed now collude with the same
rich people, who just want to have their way.
RISE! they begin to scream, the voice soars,
from a scream, to a roar.
The country erupts into sign of changing times,
and the commotion outside sent a chill down the elites' spine,
and the leaders sat at the edge of the seat, hoping the oath that every soldier took,
they would be obliged to keep.
But what happens when the enemy is your own family asking for justice from the obviously
oblivious government, that's now recruiting you to **** me?
But even that's not enough.
Power rushes to fill the next head, it loaths being without a sinner,
and no matter how many times they revolted, a new elite would creep up,
and that's when resilience spoke
that justice will prevail, sooner or later.
I wrote this poem after being inspired by a contest being held on All Poetry.
Thank you for reading :)
