Justice is the cry of the earth, a poem by R. A. Jacob

Every man has a dark side,

Hidden in the dark,

How dark must be the darkness,

Of the people  who appear to be dark.

Wash yourself of all malice,

Wash yourself and be clean,

Wash and cleanse yourself,

In the blood of the lamb.

Christ will punish you for sure,

Even David was not spared,

Mills of God will grind you,

You shall not be spared.

I raise my hands to the Lord,

I raise my hands for sure,

Vengeance shall be attributed,

Vengeance and vengeance for sure.

May my prayer grow louder and louder,

May my prayer reach His ears,

May my God arise,

May He wipe all tears.

Every person is a god's  creation,

You have raped, molested and killed,

Vengeance is bound to happen,

Christ is still the king.

Earth is seeking for justice,

Blood is crying to the lord,

Dead are seeking for an answer,

Staring at the face of the lord.

Let lord arise,

Let Him judge the earth,

Plundered are the people for sure,

Justice is the cry of the earth.

R. A. Jacob

Easy to kindle the fire a poem by R.A. Jacob

Easy to kindle the fire, 

Easy to make it burn, 

Difficult to quench the fire, 

Fire that always burns. 

You have set up the fire of violence, 

You have made it burn, 

Who will quench the fire, 

Fire that always burns. 

He will reward you,

For all what you have done, 

Eye of Christ are looking, 

Every prayer shall be heard. 

You have touched the apple of His eye, 

The prayer of oppressed shall be heard, 

Justice shall be delivered, 

It's voice shall not be heard. 

Justice will never die

a poem by R.A. Jacob

I can't say nor can I write, 

And I wish I may never be able to write, 

How they must have felt, 

When they were persecuted on every side. 

How can you persecute a person, 

I find it shame full and hard, 

Hatred is shameful to witness, 

Hatred is sin alas! 

Voice of wisdom is often ignored, 

Voice of wisdom often fails, 

Noise of the mob is regulated noise, 

Noise that often prevails. 

Blood of Abel cried for revenge, 

Blood of humans always cries, 

Blood will seek for justice, 

Justice will never die. 

THE MEN YE HAVE ROBBED OF WAGES

 Can you hold possession forever, 

Kings came and went away,

You may hold you may rob,

In a stubble way.

THE MAN YE HAVE ROBBED OF WAGES,

Are crying to the lord,

Wake up to do justice,

Lest He takes up His sword.

Father of the fatherless,

Cares for his son,

Do not resist Him,

Lest ye be undone.

Can you touch the ball of His eye, 

Don't harden your heart I pray,

Pharaoh and his armies failed,

Why hold on to futile ways.

You can't win this battle,

You can't win over Him anyway,

Change repent oh sinners I plead,

Repent from your sins today. 

Will daughter get justice

 Will daughter get justice,

What is justice all about, Have women ever got justice, What is it all about? Women have always been raped, And we speak of justice aloud, I think no justice can ever be given, When the person has left for clouds. Blood of Abel cried for justice, Blood always cries, Justice is an attribute of Christ, He always hears our cries. Don't worry when justice is denied, Don't worry when no one hears your cry, It's human to fail injustice, Justice is always denied. God cannot fail I tell you, He is in total command, He will bring forth justice, It is His royal command. Daughter of Hathras, I stand with you, I raise your case on high, I tell you he hears my cry.

The apex court has been controlled,

Poem by Reginold Jacob

The apex court has been controlled,

Just like a horse is controlled,

We are all quiet,

Or it would be contempt of the court.

We hide our frustration,

As people who suffocate,

Some have suffocated finally,

Others are on the wait.

Note: This poem is about how the ruling party controls the court. Suffocation is in terms of lack of freedom of expression/ also as a cause of covid which is killing people one by one.

That one rupee coin, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

That one rupee coin

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

That one rupees coin,

Had hundred part's,

Each part struck as a slap,

Shattering million of hearts.

Penalty was a slap on justice,

Winner because looser, you see

Justice was once again denied,

Justice became looser, you see.

Under the name of justice,

Injustice thrives you see,

Justice was a British idea,

It has failed in India you see

Ends do not justify the means, a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

Ends, and means

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Ends, do not justify, the means,

I tell you, it's a million-dollar fact,

Ends may make you rich,

Yet means, your faith, may check.

If you steal, a pitcher,

From your neighbours' field,

You will become a thief,

Can this fact, be ever concealed.

You may think, nobody knows,

You may feel, all will forget,

Yet the fact, remains, a fact,

Though, the world may forget.

The Kingdom of heaven,

Is based on facts, called, means,

Ends may hamper you a lot,

If you have used, wrong means.

Satan promised glory of the world,

To the one who made this world,

If only, you bow down, to me,

Such offers on the Savior were hurled.

Did Christ give up

No, never, not,

Nor should you give up,

He judges our every word.

The bitter truth comes concealed,

Hidden, in chocolate so sweet,

Many a time we fail Him,

For facts are deeply concealed.

NOTE:-

In the world, today ends justify the means, but according to the Bible, it means, that will become the basis of Kingdom of God

Justice should never die, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Justice should never die

a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

I think she is acting blind,

She is really not blind,

Sometimes, she is, so lenient,

Sometimes, you feel, She is blind.

Have you been bought,

Do you, fear for your life,

Have the mighty, bought you,

Have you been sold, for a price?

Die, but once, not a million times,

Million times, Cowards die,

Live and let live is the principle,

Justice should never die.

R.A.Jacob

Injustice at its apex, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Injustice at its apex

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Injustice is at its apex, and

Where is the freedom to speak,

Editors are under pressure,

The judges have lost their speech.

The truth has only one version,

The official version you understand,

Rest are just anti-nationalist,

When will you understand?

New India is shining,

Bright, better and best,

You put all thoughts to rest,

If you want to rest.

If the proposal is difficult,

You'll be put under arrest

Freedom as a prostitute is tied

a poem by R.A. Jacob

I thought we were still under British,

When I realized seditious meeting act was applied,

I thought it was used against freedom fighters,

In democracy such laws but why.

They say Britishers left English,

I say they left seditious meeting act,

What a contempt of democracy,

Used every now and then.

They left us with an able system of laws,

We have made a mess,

Justice has her eyes tied,

Poet has pen, and tears in eyes.

Where is separation of powers,

Why are judges transferred,

The second they raise their voice,

Blurred are the lines of distinction.

Freedom as a prostitute is tied.

Justice should not die

Justice for Priyanka Reddy

What justice can the dead receive,

We men are to be blamed,

Unworthy are men of their partner,

Whom they have received by his grace