The Law That Hunts

The Law That Hunts

I have seen faces,

sweet at dawn,

turn like knives

when night arrives.

I have felt lies,

slip through rooms,

dressed as truth,

waiting to strike.

People think silence

hides their dirt,

that shadows guard

their wicked hands.

But karma hunts,

slow and sure,

tracking every step

they thought was clean.

It follows breath,

listens to hearts,

marks each sin

like a quiet tattoo.

And when it comes,

it comes to claim,

it comes with weight

that breaks the spine.

No mercy lives,

where justice walks,

no softness swims

in that cold tide.

So let them run,

let them smile,

let them think

nothing is coming.

Because the world

does not forget,

and the law

never sleeps.

Please heed my warning it’s true