bey - i am really, really hoping that this last post is a poem about a memory of something that happened in the past - and not where you are now. if it is something in the past - you describe it very well - and i feel for you. if it is present - i hope it does not come to this. is there anything you can do - someone who can help - that has worked for you before? sending you all the support and good wishes i can muster,
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....