Justice

The sunlight glinted off the silver arc
Blinding my blue yes speckled with red
As I gazed at the snow-capped mountains
That gazed back with a serenity divine

At the market place of chatter and screams
Laughter, little boys pointing and grinning
At the silver arcs swishing
Adding a refrain to the rustle of the
Early morning breeze

Women hoisting children up on shoulders
Scantily clad with torn and mended garb
Willing the young to witness this moment
Of truth and justice bleeding into the wind

As I wiped the red off my eyes
For no avail as ten feet in front
They were hacking my brother to death