Stealing Justice

Thank you
for taking something
that does not belong to me:

justice.

I truly did not mean
to steal it.
I am not a thief, you know.

I was so parched,
and the water was there,
running.

So
I ran
also.

I can’t have none,
so those who hold all the power
can have so much of it
that they let it run,

and the whole world
runs
as a result.

I am starving
for tenderness.

Could you give me some love,
just a little—
with a small smile,
some depth,
in the warm sauce
of heartfulness?

I know.
So expensive.
I know.

But I worked so hard,
saved a few copper coins,

and
alchemized them
into
pure gold.