Piece-meal Poetry: "Healing"

Every sliver of injustice in our bones
must be picked at, or
sucked from the marrow;
else slit open the flesh,
reach in with your knife,
remove the festering source.

What good are your tools
of righteousness, of goodwill,
if they cannot break the fever?

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