Justice Rides a Pale Horse

When injustice walks the fields,The plains, the valleys and the hills,There is no one to fight against it.Justice comes riding on a pale horse,That drinks pure water at the river’s course.

When injustice darkens the skies day and night,The birds do not fly and the fish do not swim.There is no one to predict what the dark clouds bring.Justice does not have the means to find its wings.Injustice weighs is scales and the Judge sings.

When injustice fills the air with poison,It is difficult to breathe the impure air.There is no way to discover what wisdom brings.Justice will ride on a horse drawn chariot,While judgement will be delivered with silver wings.

When injustice fills the soul and heart of all,There will be no one to fall at the concrete wall.No one will stand at what injustice does bring.Justice will ride on a pale horse like a warrior angel.The world of humankind will bend under its will.