So where was justice

365th year has passed, every day a different ignorance is revealed and the truth is shifting by blind eyes,
He reminded us for 7 weeks, the story of the disappearance of each minute,
It was tired for 24 minutes, all seconds and the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of time,
Hours, days, weeks and years, they migrated, the most beautiful flowers had decorated their graves,
Was an empty wallet, a hungry stomach, and a child crushed under poverty, all lessons or troubles,
How logical it was to prefer smoked food scents for a warm soup
The day was bleeding half of it had already passed, there were no experiences left behind a quiet storm,
It was as if everything was fine, until those who extinguished the heart fire with a shovel,
How many years does it take to end the questioning how much another broken heart can be broken down
It was like the trailer of a apocalypse, it was a messenger like the future of hell,
It was a blind and rusty knife, perhaps on the back of the deepest living in loneliness,
Pressing salt on the wound was forgetting a greater pain,
Losing was gaining more, the impossibilities,
Being startled, making the hope more, hopes,
Husband had won a 7 -year -old hopes that sprouted in the hearts, or all everything, dreams, dreams, squeezed roses among the books,
It is better understood as it goes from start to finish, perhaps the echo of this irrelevant poem,
As the days went by, it emerged better, disjointedness, disloyalty, no good ones,
364. The last day that the remaining day showed the inconsistent times, some were passing quickly, while others would not end like a prisoner ordeal,
So where was justice?