Are we more arrogant

in putting our suffering over that which is beautiful or

in elevating beauty over the suffering of others?
Every heart has flaws

Each unique in their configuration

What flaws has your heart?
What is Beauty without Justice?
Who are your people,

What are their ways of life,

and how do they clothe your soul?
What collective assertions of self-humanisation

have you seen disfigured into cruel self-obsession?
What is Beauty without Justice?
How do you carry the good that you do:

As guilt, as duty, or as a part of being?
What stock do you put in the rhyming of appearances?

Do you find it reveals or obscures the rhyming of souls?
What is Beauty without Justice?