Dancing Sands

One; was that walking dead,
Hopeful but freezed on bed,
Night was his light to right;
Criminals he willingly fight.

Justice knows every man's number,
Hearing the chaotic community trauma,
Deserters were cruelly crucified,
Rest cohorts went on pity hide.

No one is a perfect judge...
Of characters with no grudge,
Charges fall at no pitiful peace;
Dawn of justice at no ease.

Death calling high infidel-son,
Castrating out destinies of quality horn,
Dreadful noise by camp-slaved-pleb:
By naive and corrupt excecutive-reps.

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