You Pray For Justice?

 you can come galumphing with your wheelbarrow of umbrage,

but you won't Libra's scales.

i have filled my pan with such toxic treasures

that the weight of the extinction could not push down the other side-

a barrel of nuclear waste for every time you made me feel worthless,

one radioactive brick for every piece of me you've stolen, 

all the spent sutures with which i have stitched up my rejected soul-

justice wants balance,

not vengeance,

and the pound of flesh owed is yours