What’s Justice?

I live in the images of death
in the lives of wrath
and in the depth of despair
in the sorrow of this red sand

I am silent
I do not scream
and yet I haunt your days
and your darkest dreams

I lived in innocence
and died in negligence
I laughed at joy
and cried in agony

What justice you serve
what fruitless spite
what end you hand over
to this endless fight

I have sighed my last
laughed over my past
and yet you live
your guiltless heart

What justice you give me
What dress for this wound
What life for the lifeless
What justice for my tomb?