She grew tired of waiting for justice.

Bodies in the street.

Crime walks around in daylight with big haunting smiles

and even bigger badges.

She grew tired of waiting for justice.

So she trained until the aches of her muscle became a dull pain,

she knew she’d have what she wanted, she mapped it out in her brain.

She grew tired of waiting for justice.

Because Justice was an old woman with bad feet, a bad back

and too blind to see what was going on in front of her.

She grew tired of waiting for justice.

so she took justice into her own hand.