For killing the starving

as they queue for food
— smiles and bombs.

For hammering the front
of a warplane that will drop those bombs

— fourteen years in jail.

For the genocide of a people,

women, children, the old, everyone
murdered, captive, in cold blood

— handshakes, treaties

and alliances in aggressive wars.

For throwing red paint

over a plane that will fight in those wars
— fourteen years in jail.

Justice hides her face
under her hijab

and cries and cries,

sobbing for all the lost children,

lost mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,

grandparents, friends.

Justice cries and cries and cries
and her tears form streams, rivers, oceans…

My love,

let us sail on the waters of Justice
and rescue worlds.

My love,

let us not rest

until all the children have stopped crying.

Clare Evans is a children’s writer, playwright and poet, author of a best seller.
Poetry submissions to thursdaypoems@gmail.com