Justice

First, there will be a whisper –
An echo that ripples through the air
Unnoticed, undetected, invisible.
But with time, with each passing day, its voice will grow –

Oh, will it grow:
Stronger, powerful, benevolent
And when it speaks, everything will still and listen and gaze upon its ultimate beauty
For it will be beautiful –
A majestic judgement to behold.

It will come.

It will come for the walls of oppression 
For tyranny’s every immorality 
It will come for the strengths of occupation
And all the terrors of humanity

Heed my call
For it will come.

They will silence you
Cut you
Kill you
Go to the ends of the earth to stop you

But remember, 
It will come.

But until it comes, gather the warriors
To wage the worthy war
Wielding words
We will silence them
Cut them 
Stop them.

And when the final trumpet blows
We will know –
And the sinners will know
That it has come.

Hear my call: Justice will come 
– and will always prevail.