Unjust

I don't think we understand,

How twisted we've become,

There are children being sent to die,

While we're oblivious in our fun.

Can't you see the faces,

Of those little ones who've died,

Forced to face the full brutality,

Of a justice system that has lied?

Can't you hear them screaming,

They are crying for your help,

Some will die in the chair today,

And some will rot on the prison's back shelf.

And yet, here we are,

Living our daily lives,

As if our friends and family,

Couldn't possibly be the next to die.