Injustice boils in men’s hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
I came to poetry through the urgent need to denounce injustice, exploitation, humiliation. I know that’s not enough to change the world. But to remain silent would have been a kind of intolerable complicity.
We cannot reform institutional racism or systemic policies if we are not actively engaged. It’s not enough to simply complain about injustice; the only way to prevent future injustice is to create the society we would like to see, one where we are all equal under the law.
He who commits injustice is ever made more wretched than he who suffers it.
Don’t stand back with your arms folded; step forward… There is hope and light to resist injustice and promote peace without violence.
To go to the world below, having a soul which is like a vessel full of injustice, is the last and worst of all the evils.
For some reason, I seem to be bothered whenever I see acts of injustice and assaults on people’s civil liberties. I imagine what I write in the future will follow in that vein. Whether it’s fiction or non-fiction.
The bad man desires arbitrary power. What moves the evil man is the love of injustice.
At 21, I discovered repression and injustice. The army would shoot students with real bullets.