Poem on Justice — The Score on the Wall

A poem on Justice, how something even as small as football in the school playground can have elements to Justice

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The Score on the Wall

At lunch we play football in the playground
with an airflow ball and bags for goalposts.
It makes a hollow, plastic sort of sound,
and the score lives in the head
of the biggest boy in our year.

6.5 feet tall, full of pure muscle, terrifying grin like Joker 2.0.
If he says four to two, it’s and will be four to two.
If he says that one didn’t count, it didn’t.
Nobody argues, because he picks the teams.

Last week, a quiet, timid boy who hardly ever talks
got an airflow ball to dip,
which I didn’t even know they could do,
and the big boy said it was offside.
We don’t even play offside.
The Scrawny boy’s ears went red. He didn’t say a word.
He just picked up his bag, which was one of the posts,
and the goal shrank to half its size.