Make Justice

Dark truths emerge when we are looking back
To what we think was once a golden age
Where every man became a thorough sage,
When every woman felt the earth's wide track
Across the cosmos, each child had the knack
To hear the spirits of the air and gauge
Their goodness. No, the planet, filled with rage
And grim despair, was always raw and black.

Slowly, we learn to conquer fear. We must,
In order to make justice. Holding fast
To what we once believed, we are aghast,
Discovering the past was never just.
We can adjust, or, swallowing the dust,
Dispense with justice and embrace the past.