Justice

Here I lie motionless, unperturbed
My lips still posed
From my last silent prayers
But breath no longer comes to me
And still I lie
And still I wait
For that last day
When justice will be in my hands
Then I will ask,
With the same detachedness
With which the action was committed
Why did I pay?
What did I do?

poem by Humna Hamid
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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