WA-3 1 Draft

Temporary judgment lapse
prison doors lock,
whats best reiterates like a rock
falling under wraps

Secrecy slithers through the slums
turning out the lights,
eliminating all our rights
nothing left but crums

Peace sits on a high hallowed thrown
while we are down below,
covered by an invisible throw
their blindness makes us grown

Nothing seems inattainable
despite it slowly inching away,
issues dubbed unforgivable
are standing in the way

Past detriments obviously wave
noticing restoration on the path,
they slowly start to cave
allowing peace to show it's wrath