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I’ve had a complicated relationship with Jupiter

Justice

I have believed that justice is broken, is fake, is wrong, dead

All along I felt like I was mistaken anyways

And I didn’t know why

But the things that happen within our so called systems of justice are not justice being carried out

Justice speaks for the good of the people as a whole

Not the few who can afford the best talker

We sit behind evidence and stories painted by people who never were in the room but claim to have an exact understanding of what happened at any given moment

We say innocent until proven guilty but we do not actively live that

Our society presumes guilt

Because it wants outrage

So you can rage at the wrong people for a bit

So many circumstances bring about criminals

We never come from the angle that this was a child once who had needs that weren’t met

Mental health problems that weren’t treated

Or the money didn’t stretch

Were they taught not to ask for help?

The worst criminals we treat them like their failing is personal when society bred and raised them

We make them own that failure, sometimes until death

Sometimes to death

No dedicated studies or work into how we can make these broken humans whole again just anger and throw them away and that’s it

We say in the same breath,

Not guilty due to insanity for murder

And a constant revolving door of jail for lesser offenders

Justice is not something that is put in place and left there

If that was the case we’d still be cutting off people’s hands for stealing

Justice is something you strive for

It’s something you fight for

You can’t expect others to carry out justice in your name when they’re beholden to the maiden of cash money

Justice is something you recognise changes as we as a society grow and learn to understand what makes people act how they do

Laws should be made for all of us not just those of us with a horde of numbers

So maybe I’m half right

Justice is dead here

It stagnated in a swamp of wealthy people

But justice is not like humans

It can be revived

It can be fought for at any time

People just need to stop expecting justice from a system designed to treat everyone as a criminal, wrapped within our society’s need for people to be criminals so we can hate them

Written by racists

Our repulsion towards understanding disabilities and mental health

And our disinterest in the plight of the poor

People whose only crime is homelessness become favourite targets of the police

Black people become targets because they’re automatically perceived as dangerous

Even by black cops

Traits of disabled people become proof of impairment

Police yank every person around like they’re an able bodied person who is built to fight

Anxiety is resisting

And people go to jail if they didn’t pay enough money to get the right talker

This sick unspoken societal law

They’re charismatic, so they’re right, right?

It makes me sick every day, knowing how dead Justice is in this place

Tiny victories here and there, but largely just dead

Rising briefly only to be swallowed whole by the sea of injustices being carried in his name that follow

Unheard of

But justice exists

Justice just isn’t what it was sold to us as

Justice is not power

Justice is recognising a problem and working out a solution that helps ensure the problem doesn’t happen again

Justice is seeing how our collective society played a role in the problem and reassessing how people are treated, how things are done, how we assess who needs what and meet those needs

When a crime is committed it’s not just the perpetrator who failed, and throwing them into a world where they have no name and no agency is not the solution

It’s not even a bandaid solution

It makes it worse

Yet we make no real effort to tackle the brunt of what makes crime occur

And let’s not act like rich people don’t commit crime

But obsession with money is treated as a lesser crime than theft

I don’t know where that leaves me exactly

I’d need an army to revive justice

You need a voice to do things

I didn’t see Jupiter in the sky last night

He’s still within my soul

I want him to live

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