Glimpse

Glimpse
Tell me when does your justice start?
What you say and what I see, they are miles apart
Now I'm as guilty as any man or woman I declare
Of apathy and selfish greed and self interested affairs
Now why must we accept these things
When after all they're only handed down
Tell me when does your mercy begin?
What you say and what I see
Looks like it's come to an end