justice is a tiny thing
a grain of sand, a simple heartlet the guy change lanes in front of you
he may be dealing with more weight of debt
than you could ever forget
help the crusty man carry a smile
the old woman with her bags of regret
kindness is a magic of brown leaves
falling from the sky
a warm hand, open and full
heals every single one of us
truth is asking how and why
justice, again, is a hut built
in the shelter of the now
we huddle, together
need to human need
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